"There is just one other thing. One of the three girls is an absconder but she's sixteen now so doesn't have to go back to the home. On the other hand... she's still a missing person. I've squared Nick but if I let you talk to her you must swear to me that you will not give her away." Is she safe?" Yes." Is she happy?" For the first time in her life, yes." In that case I give you my word." Thank you, Mrs Anstruther." He handed her the three statements and she read them in silence."Animals!" she. “So do you want me to be there and watch?” I asked thinking that actually this might be a perfect situation for me to indulge in my new kink of seeing her fuck with other men.“Yes, I’ll feel safe with you there and can let myself enjoy it,” she told me.The cabana door was open, she looked outside then back to me, “Oh fuck.” She jumped back, “Marcel is outside and heard it all.”The door pushed open and he stepped inside. He looked round and closed the door behind him.He looked at Sally, “Come. “Hey, there,” he grinned.I replied mildly, “Hi!”I tried to settle in, but I was so nervous. My celly got up off the top bunk and came over to help me. He whispered in my ear, “You’re gonna need some protection in here, boi! I’ll take care of you.” His name was Marty. Over the next few days, he would get me snacks and such from the commissary. He told me that I was always to be next to him. It made me feel safe and no one bothered me. About a week after my arrival, we were getting ready to turn. I thought about how my life was in limbo. My iridium spark plugs did seem to make my 2009 45th anniversary Mustang GT peppier. I wondered why there were no cops on the freeway. I wondered why I was driving 145 miles per hour which immediately made me glad I had cross drilled and slotted rotors with oversized calipers.I stomped on the brake pedal and brought my wild pony to an abrupt stop. The only sound in my ears was the incessant thrumming of my Mustang's motor. My pony wanted to run. She.