’ Kaite looked at me, ‘Is that even allowed in this day in age?’ she looked at the road again. ‘Kaite.’ I said confidently, ‘We have to s...op this nonsense. I would rather talk to someone in person. Heck, if I need someone I can always get in contact with the law firm instead but I say just go to the police first. I need this to stop. It’s freaking me out.’ Kaite nodded started to drive to the police head. I got out of the car and I asked to see someone about a potential stalking case. I saw. “What’s your name, dearie?” he asked Buttercup, stubbing his cigarette out on the cold hard factory floor. Nervously, Buttercup told him. “Fuck! What sort of fucking ponced-up name is that? And what about your friend. What’re you called?” “Tracey.” “Fuck me! We got a right pair of fucking wierdies here. At least ‘buttercup’ means something. But when in the name of fuck did ‘tracey’ ever fucking mean anything. You’re both a couple of fucking immigrants, ain’t you? Well, you’d better pull your. ........" "Mike drained his scotch and water and nervously moved directly in front of the still seated woman, who with slightly shaking hands reached out to undo his pants!!!While she was undoing his trousers, Mike couldn't help but notice that she seemed as nervous as he was, so in a soft voice he asked, "Here, let me help you with that, this top catch is a little bit tricky," as he gently pushed her hands away and undid his trousers for her!!! "Thank you, Mike," she whispered hoarsely, while. Liz ducked below into the cabin to change into something cooler and came back on deck wearing a tee-shirt and jeans that had been cut into very short cut-offs. She sat with her back against the bulkhead of the cabin and rolled up her sleeves to tan her arms. The warmth of the sun and the movement of the boat soon had her dozing off, probably because of our early start as well. She was very relaxed as she slept and eventually her knees parted and I realised that Frank was getting glimpses of her.