They all appeared in court on Friday, charged severally under the Sexual Offences Act and remanded in custody for trial by a Crown Court. Nothing much...came out of that for the media to get their teeth into other than that Interpol was involved and arrests had also been made in other parts of the world.Henry was concerned though. He rang Ian Frobisher."Ian," he said, "I'm worried that once this case gets to the Crown Court or indeed foreign courts that Samantha's name may be mentioned and that. The Order is gone. I can sense no crystals able to endanger you or those you care for.”Jack looked at the crystal and the red shard. He picked up the shard and peeled off the filigree surrounding it. It was a long, thin piece of crystal, blood red, unlike the green of Construct. He could feel a sense of power in the shard, but had no sense of control from it, or any intelligence behind it. “What kind of crystal is this?” asked Jack.Jack suddenly felt himself in one of his dreams again, only. With nothing more than that to cover herself with, beyond the boots she had on, she slipped into it. Taking another brief look around, she spotted nothing else, even if it was close by, it was now buried, hidden beneath the blowing and drifting snow. She looked back in the direction of the cabin though she certainly couldn't see it, merely wondering if she dared make the attempt in riding back. It was a good hour away however, and even in the best of conditions, she'd not make it back dressed. She shifted a little and said, "sorry, but there isn't any more room." I was so freaked out by this point. She felt my hard-on."It's ok mom" I nervously said, "I'm gonna try to go to sleep"."Good idea, honey." she said as she patted my hand which was now resting right below her tits, one of them actually lying on top of my fingers. She squirmed a little more and my dick flopped right into the crack of her ass. That actually felt more comfortable, but made me even harder. There was no place for.