.: not very gentle and buttons run away...with a small knife cut bra...: you are naked now...i get a old newspaper and beat you everywhere....like wit... dogs....you are on the floor turning on your body...i beat breast ...the driver get your legs and spred themi beat pussy with the newspaper rolled like a rodhard.i understand the driver is a little drunk....and ask him something to drink..he has a bottle of rhum ...Go oni drink a little...i give you to drink..closing uyour nose.and gettinf off. “She’s a lot of fun.”We did go to Susan’s place afterwards and had a few more drinks. Ian drank and was driving, but I did not worry. I thought he was a good driver, and we never had an accident.Susan met me as I was coming from the bathroom.“I’ve got tickets for Tom Paxton next Wednesday at the Free Trade Hall, fancy coming?” she asked. I did fancy; Paxton was a great favourite of mine. I loved playing his stuff on the guitar.“Love to,” I said. “Would you like to have a pre-concert dinner in. “And he was never more than a good friend, no matter what Seth may have thought.”Claire stood. “I was going to give Seth some support, but I think I’ll go home instead.”Susan nodded. “Don’t be a stranger,” she told her visitor, “The kids will miss you if you don’t come.”“Thanks,” Claire said, seeming quite touched. She left and Susan went back to her work. Not for long.The next visitor was a young policewoman.“Just clearing up a small point from our enquiries into the case against the gentleman. Kathy was the pigeon! "Take the heat off... a patsy..." That was it! Oh, Jesus!Buddy wouldn't believe it, refused to. "Naw. She's probably just out for the afternoon. Wait a couple more hours... till one or two maybe. Then start worrying. And for Chrissakes, Art, put those Rolaids away!"Art grunted and stuffed the wrapper into his shirt pocket. "Okay, but I want to head back to the office to see if they've picked up the trail on Jim's girl friend. What was her name again, Lydia?" Good thinkin',.