Took us in, too. Keystone cops ... God ... what a mess. The Social worker lady, lady being loosely interpreted, decided that since Candy ... who had I... and was 18, just ... could be 'responsible' for us while she 'got to the bottom of things'.Daddy called a local shyster and sprung us.We explored some more. I found ... hah! ... a pawnshop chock full of old guitars and the owner had not a clue that a 1952 Fender Telecaster with case, would be worth a fortune ... same thing with a 1951 Precision. That had been eight months ago. While they had swapped emails and discussed the details of her trip, they had never discussed that night. But now, here, at 2:30am in the morning, she was calling him direct from wherever she was on the other side of the world. He answered the call. ‘Hello, Kate.’ ‘Oh my God! It’s so good to hear your voice, I missed you so much!’ She was crying. ‘Are you okay? What’s wrong?’ ‘Oh, just homesick, I guess, and I’ve been drinking, and I miss you and everyone back. He allowed himself a smile at the sight of her glistening labia which from her bent over position, peeped erotically between her sumptuous, spread thighs. If there had been any doubt about this young woman’s inner desire to be caned, it was now completely erased. “This is no more than you deserve Judith.” Sir Jolyon added, resisting comment about the moist lips of her cunt. “I understand that Sir,” replied Judith, uncomfortably aware of her wetness. Sir Jolyon reached forward and ran his hand. I went back and leaned up, Adam was awake and I asked him if there was room for me to kip out next to him. He said it would be easier for me if I was up next to the front bulkhead so I climbed over him and was soon wedged between the wall and Adam. I had noticed, of course, that all he had on were boxers which did little to cool my ardor. It was cozy as we rocked along and I was soon asleep, then, after a half-hour or so, we hit a large bump or pothole which threw us some and I woke up. I woke.