It was the first day of myfinal year of senior school. In the following May I would be taking myfinal GCSE exams where I would then hopefully go on to...college to do Alevels for two years before moving onto University.I had just arrived at school and about to enter registration before theday of lessons would begin when I got a text message from my mum. It was agroup message that had also been sent to my two older brothers, Stephenand Richard. It read:"Whoever has messed around with the family. We set offand Jason said he knew just the place to stop on route. We could goto the motorway service station as he said only people passingthrough went there and we wouldn't bump into anyone we knew. It soundlike a plan and I agreed.On the way there we hardly spoke. We had music on the radio I wasfeeling so good. Then we arrived at the service station, pulled offthe road and went into the restaurant area.Jason said he had an idea. The toilettes had a sort of lobby and hesaid we could wait until. On a foundation of large stones which insulated the cabin from the moisture of the ground, they built a frame of larch wood. The space between the beams was filled with a masonry of stones and clay. The inside was finished with cut straw and clay and on the outside, the wooden beams were impregnated with linseed oil and turpentine. The roof was shingled and the shingles weighted down with rocks for stability.It was a good cabin as everybody conceded, and by midwinter Enewalt moved in. He worked. The ad had some great pics attached and was carefully written and thought out. The caveat of the post was, "I had to meet you first and improve, because that was her rules, and she had the pussy." I fired off a quick email, attaching a G-rated pic and good description of myself, but again didn't expect any reply. I quickly logged off and went back to being the professional cop.A couple of hours later, I checked my email and saw a reply to my posting. It seemed they were interested in me and.