The weather was rough wet wind and raining my dears. I looked out ofthe airport window, oh sh-t I thought. The lady was very nice we satthere chatting...and drinking our coffee. I would have liked a nicecupper but airport tea yuck, coffee bad but the tea is more like bilgewater out of a 19 40s tanker that been on the bottom since 1943 ithorrid.The coach to the plane came along, we got on and were driven to theplane. The wind and rain was worse now until we got on the plane. TheAir Hostess went. They live in their own bungalow, beside a roman road between Canterbury and the Romney marshlands, in Kent. It’s a good hundred yards from the next homestead, and a car is an essential not a luxury. So much for background, anyway we all know about this poxy virus and how we are urged to self-isolate. For them it was not a problem, neither had much of a family, and bread milk and mail were dropped off at the gate daily by a man from the village shop, they had a freezer full of food and all the. I looked back across at Fiona who was snaking a hand down towards her hole for a little fiddle. Ah ah Fiona no touching, dont you think youve come enough already? God your a greedy fucking slut aint you? You watch till I say otherwise ok? I went back to lapping away on her daughters little bud and making her come over my face. Once shed come I leant back and reached for the small butt plug. Lift your ass a little, good, spread wide for me…..thats it the butt plug popped into her anus and I. I don't even have the money to get back for the funeral... Go away!"Mark realized that the sweat he thought he saw were tears covering her cheeks. He unzipped his backpack and rooted around inside underneath his notebooks. After a moment of writing, he said, "Kara, I think I got your last name right, didn't I? Here, take this."Kara took the slip. She realized it was a check for a thousand dollars. "What are you, rich or something?" Actually, I guess I am." Mark, I really want to get back to.