The drivers door opened and he got out, she looked at him in awe. His presence so naturally commanding, she felt like he saw straight through her and ...he loved it. His eyes scanned her up and down, but his face didnt reveal what he was thinking, his eyes piercing. He said, Hello slut and she flustered, unable to utter a coherent response as she revelled in his objectification of her. Um h-hello Sir, her vulnerability cracked through her voice. He warned her that this was the last time she would. Quickly, she adjusted her damp knickers, fastened up her skirt, wiping her fingers dry on it, stood up, tucked her blouse in, picked up her cap and basket and set out on the way to her Grandmother. Before she turned the final bend, she paused to swap her trainers for the high-heeled sandals in her satchel, wanting to look her best for her Grandmother. She was surprised to find the cottage-door standing open, and when she went into the room, she had such a strange feeling that she said to. .. yes, we did." Whose idea was it for Mrs. Rideout to seek a divorce?" he asked in a strong voice."Uhhm, I guess it was mine." You guess?" It was mine," he admitted."Did Mrs. Rideout agree to divorce her husband right away? As soon as you suggested it?" No. I had to do some convincing," Winters admitted."How long did it take to convince her?" Miles asked."A month, maybe more," he answered in a nervous voice."How long had the affair been going on?" About six months." So, you knew Mrs. Rideout. Off in the distance but coming fast, were a bunch of bikers. Clad in black, they formed up behind the leader, heading right at me. Oh, fuck.My heart clawed its way into my throat and I almost stumbled to the ground as I backed off the hard top and a heel dug into the soft earth. I'd been feeling so confident, but now the very looks I was counting on became bait for these guys. I mean, I’d heard all these horrible things about ‘outlaw biker clubs’ and I suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed. I.