Her real concern was that, in her mother’s lovely giddy mood, the questions might get answered in more detail that she would be comfortable everybod... hearing about. “Right Mums! That’s a fair old bit of shopping there. So! Plan ‘B’. I’m getting us an Uber Car and we’ll whip it all back to the flat. The car can wait while we dump it. There’s too much of a danger of some of it being nicked while we’re in the pub and you wouldn’t want that.” “Oh no dear! Certainly not, good thinking.” “Mummy, may. So I had my doubts about whether I could go through with it. At the same time, I found myself constantly thinking about Nancy and about the rush of watching or doing a sexual act in public. The postcard arrived on the twenty-fifth, so I had two days to think about it.Two days later, I had convinced myself to go through with it. All that morning, I had a difficult time concentrating on the job, so I told my crew I would be taking most of the afternoon off. When I got home, I took the dogs for a. " Stephanie let a half-smile crack through her otherwise impassive face, "I've arranged a little entertainment for you before you finally head home. It all starts when you pick up the package from reception..." And so that was it. There would be a package waiting for Stephanie at the reception. There was only one person in the entire world who knew what was in that package, and sure as night follows day, that person was not Stephanie Henderson. Stephanie Henderson closed her eyes, and gently. Garrett took Sarah home. He was somewhat upset but not really surprised. Sarah had a reputation of being a prick tease and she lived up to it very well, damn the luck. He got some bare tit and a wet finger but that was all. On top of the frustration, it was obvious they really didn't have much in common. Garrett chalked the date up in the "lose" column and decided to move on.Saturday morning about 8:45 a still tired Garrett walked into the cafe for his coffee, breakfast, and gossip. The usual.