I pulled back slightly and touched my forehead to hers.I softly spoke, “Of course she’s fucking right. Justine, you need to trust me tonight. I ...on’t think I’ve led you astray throughout this entire strange journey of the last two weeks, right? Trust me?”She leaned back into me and kissed me again releasing into an embrace. She moved her mouth near my ear, and whispered, “Yes.”We righted ourselves on the couch and I clicked on the newly decompressed file, a fifteen-minute video, and it. Lars was known all through the Netherlands for torturing young boys. They did not have the job of Head Counselor because they were better at fucking than thinking. ?There were twelve boys and only six girls, so that the boys could indulge in homosexual play lots of the time, and also so they could double fuck the little girls. Also, Josh knew that some of the boys would have pretty useless dicks when it came to fucking. They would be just too small and undeveloped as of yet. Some of them would. They clearly showed one of his security guards, Jeff Stockwell, in a bar with another man. "Do we know who this other guy is, Simonds?" He's a cop. We don't know if Stockwell is a cop as well or just an informant." replied Simonds."Damn. How much do they know?" Not enough to move against us yet, obviously. But it's only a matter of time. We should use this time to destroy any evidence and get out while we can."Quince sat down behind his desk. He was quiet for several moments. Simonds knew. On my walk down Churchgate Road past St Mary’s Church, I noticed all the cars stopping on the main road to let kids out; I wondered why they were not turning into the school. When I reached the corner that leads into the school, my question got answered. On Homeleigh Street, which leads to the school gates, parked on both sides, were at least half a dozen vans with satellite dishes on their roofs. Printed in large letters on each van were the names of the national TV channels, BBC, IVT, Channel.