Susan tried again. "Honey, can't you see there was nothing about this that had anything to do with you? It was just about John and how great he was."S...e stopped again, realizing what she'd said had come out even more askew than what she'd said before."Oh, God... I didn't mean that. I... it wasn't like it sounded, Early. Please believe me."Susan's voice faltered and ended with a whisper. The force with which Early was shaking his head caught her attention even in the dimness. Her explanations. The vanity of man. Not realising that he was just getting older and older. * Hiding inside the hollow of a tree, John held his breath as he watched a pair of legs walk by. His gut hurt, and the side of his face was swelling up, the split lip stinging. Listening to the shouts of men, he heard a voice telling the owner of the legs to return to the cars, that they knew the girl wasn’t here but in the south, hiding out on the Isle of Wight. How the fuck did they know that? John knew that he had to. He grabbed her to him and rolled on top of her. "You said the ceremony only counted with a hard fuck!" He became more vigorous thrusting slow, hard, and deep.She gasped, "I'm thrilled that you remember the ritual." She pushed up hard against him, "No more talking during services!" The words were barely out of her mouth before she cried out again and he could feel the pulsations inside her.He continued pumping vigorously, "A deal is a deal!" His emission pulsed out in long spurts, flooding her. He opened it to find a gold pendant."This is a Saint Christopher pendant," informed Sally."Ohh," said Simon, understanding it significance. He took the pendantfrom the box and, with the help of Kelly, placed it round his neck."Thank you," said Simon as he placed it below his shirt. "Thank you allvery much. I doubt I would have made it without all of your help." I think we'd better be going," said Kelly breaking the silence thatfollowed.So at quarter past ten, slightly later than planned, a.