"Cheers!" "Yes, here’s to a good night! Cheers, Lauren!” There was something unconsciously sexy about her, the way she moved and sat and gesture... as she talked, something about the kids and her mom and broken car. To be honest, I wasn't really paying much attention. Not that she was boring, I enjoyed the sound of her voice, I just couldn't take my eyes off of her mouth. Soft, pink lips. A hint of gloss. I shifted in my seat, taking a drink from my gin and tonic. A sudden image of her. There were others on the stage. Photographing us.She was doubled over. She grinned up at me. Her thighs were wet. There were wolf whistles as she stood. Like a cat, she approached. Her eyes sparkled, a predator. She danced and sprang at me. Her hand closed round my cock. She put her mouth over it and stroked fast. I moved away. She followed. My cock twitched in her mouth.There were cheers. I lifted her. We kissed. Her legs went around me. She began to slide. Her pussy was over my cock. She slid. They stopped the car next to the girl and opened the sliding door at the side. Bob, who was in the back, said the agreed password to her and she smiled, thinking this was her ride to her mum. Oh, it was her ride alright, but not the way she expected. She would have more than one ride before she would be delivered at her mother.Quickly Bob dragged her into the van the moment she got near enough. Angie startled a bit, but she understood that no one should see her enter the van. She also allowed. I knew she knew that there was a man somehowmixed up in Mantra's mystery, and I'd been dreading the day that she'd ask meabout it. How could I tell her the whole truth? If Evie knew how strange abeing Mantra was, wouldn't she reject me? I'd actually begun to hope that shehad forgotten all the things she had heard me say the day her mother died,but now it was clear that Evie had understood enough to be left wonderingwhether I had ever actually been a "little girl." I was...young...a long time.