Her name is Mils."After our caucus, Crystal and I went for a run – three times around Hyde Park, down past Buckingham Palace, out to Picadilly Squar..., up Regent Street to Oxford Street, and then back to the hotel. We then spent an hour in the hotel gym, followed by showers. Life didn't look any better after the exercise than it did beforehand.Just after lunch, I called Mils Cartright, private detective. I'd met Mils in the black hills of South Dakota. She fallen, broken her leg in a fall to. Of course I had said yes. I would do anything that he wanted me to do, after all I loved him.As I listened to the conversation I realized that I had not really listened to him in the first place. He wanted me to let some of his friends fuck me. He had six friends and one had a cottage on a lake that he wanted to take me too for a whole week. I had said yes then he called me his little whore and told me that he was going to charge his friends every time that they fucked me. He was going to get. Becky shot them all a withering glance before sheepishly looking up at her teacher."I'm sorry, Miss Abercrombie, it won't happen again." The crone just shook her head and went back to her lecture. Becky tried her hardest to pay attention, but the day was far too beautiful to be stuck in class.An idea struck and Becky casually reached into the black leather bag that served as the focus for much of her magic. Many times she's been berated by classmate and teacher alike for not moving on past. But the relationship between Madgeand Timmy was already far beyond that. She knew his secret. Madgebeing a bit forceful and not so much "controlling" as set-in-her-wayswas who she was. But as with most everyone else she had her personalthoughts and interests as well. After finishing coffee Madge fluffedher silk scarf and tied it over her hair set. She slipped into herlong, satin lined coat and held her purse over her right forearm. Timmyglanced from the living room long enough to watch.