We heard the police sirens in the distance and knew that Chief McArthur or one of his patrolmen would be here soon.Andrew asked "What did you want wit... my children?"The ugly man refused to talk. Dee Dee ran down to the front door to let in the police.Then everything was chaos as the young police officer took over, arrested our ugly intruder and took our statements.He tried questioning the girls but all he got from Emma was "We woke up and saw the big ugly man coming toward us. We called our. Why couldn't things come out the way I wanted? I sometimes thought that the characters in my books and stories were alive and that they mocked me at times by doing exactly what I didn't want them to do. Or saying things that were out of character and changed the whole line of the story. Why couldn't they just behave?The first slice of lightning that cut through the sky seemed to land almost right outside my house. The thunder behind it was a low rumble to start then built to a bass drum beat. “I can’t believe it,” he muttered in wonder as he stared at Emma Watson giving hand-jobs to strangers. When the shifty American had approached him with his proposal the manger had, of course, not believed him. He had thought that it would have been just another Emma Watson look-a-like but as he stared in disbelief it was obvious that it really was the actual Emma Watson herself. So engrossed with watching Emma he didn’t even hear the knock on the door to his office before it slowly swung. “Not at all. Like I said before, I could have stopped it at any point. So please don’t worry about it any more babes,”“Oh good, because I really like you, Tim,”“I really like you too Mandy, and I think your such a wonderful, caring and damn sexy woman,” again I leant in and kissed her, and then I moved my mouth near her ear and whispered, “come to bed with me so I can make love to you,”“Yes, yes. I would love that,” she murmured.I took Mandy by the hand, and as we passed the caravan door I.