I,ve worked mostly nights and had some strange incidents happen I can,t even begin to explain. There was a stretch back in the late 1970s when we live... in Ponders End a part of zen field in North London in a spooky old house and I was fortunate enough to be assigned to a recycling plant a fifteen minute walk away in Brimsdown not far from the old Enfield Rifle and Munitions factory that once flourished there. I workedvdaynshifts there, but occasionally when they couldn,t get weekend part time. Here she bent over to take on the shoes she'd already taken off. As she did, I couldn't help myself but to look at her ass. It was big and firm and nicely shaped. - You know what, I think we have a map around here somewhere, I said as I went into my parents bedroom to look for it. I bet you'll have more use for it than we. - Oh, how sweet of you, I heard from the hall. As I was going through my dads drawers I could hear her footsteps closing in on the bedroom. When I turned my head she was. My first instinct was to decline, but it was her moment and I refused to ruin it.They took many pictures. Francine and Christine bridesmaid's dresses were adorable. Just before I asked someone to fetch Siobhan, she came through the door, angry at being abandoned. She cut a fine figure. The semi-formal suit was an inspired choice. It was an outdoor wedding and the style flattered Siobhan's generous figure. Her breasts tented the jacket. Men's style or not, there was no mistaking Siobhan's sex. I. She had nearly torn away two fingernails during the struggle. The scrapingsyielded a lot of detritus but not a trace of human flesh. The investigatorswere also at a loss to explain her lack of clothing. One of the local ladstook pity on them and eventually lead them up to the top of the bluff and thenguided them to the mound itself. There they found some bits of her pink cottonnightgown and a white terry cloth robe there but it only added to the investigator'spuzzlement. What little was found.