Part 2: Planning for the Move“I am still waiting for a response from my partners. That might not happen until later this afternoon. What do you want...to do for today?” I asked.“Can we research the Denver real estate market? I still have those listings you printed on Sunday.”“Okay. Come into the office and we can see what is now on the market. Do you know any real estate agents in Denver?“I do remember the agent that helped me sell when I moved back here. She specialized in the Aurora area. I. It'san important birthday, Ash. It deserves to be celebrated in as big a wayas possible." Thanks," I whisper. "So... Can I?" Yes, you can start opening your presents," mum chuckles, and I don'tneed to be told twice.I unwrap DVDs, books (including the one about Soixante-Trois Airlinesthat I was promised), make-up, clothes- including three new dresses, oneof which I intend to wear today- two new pairs of shoes (including verysmart-looking pair of pumps that dad unsubtly says I can wear to. Wonder over to the tutor, that is. Kate was a stern, severe looking, young, blonde woman, the sort that obviously needs some meat up her bum and some warm piss in her belly.Smith was just imagining what Kate would look like in stocks with a bald shaved head when the bell rang and the class, relieved, started filling out. He waited until it was just the two of them left , before we went over and closed the door. Before Kate could respond, he pulled out an open gag and put it over her mouth,. She'd already past one loser on the highway and told him were to go. He looked filthy. Disgusting.'Clean yo windshield Miss?' he gasped in a friendly tone.'How about you get lost' she replied scornfully without looking at him. The man looked puzzled. 'Come on fucker!' she shouted. 'Get out of the fucking way.''Hey you' came a deep, gravel voice. Enjoying a smoke by the street-sign was a big, black man. Sarah hadn't seen him until then but he was tall and broad with a thick beard and matted.