Like most bullies when he realised I was serious he nodded like a 5year old and went in the opposite direction. My mates decided they had enough exci...ement and went home. I carried on. When I got to MacDonald’s I noticed the lass ordering food. I queued up behind her and when she had finished she turned and saw me. I said hello and she smiled and sat by herself. Once I got my food I asked if I could join her. Her name was Jen and the bloke was her brother she had supposedly stole his cash so. "That autumn I bought the practice from Mrs. Sanderson with the help of a loan from Phil. Ten months later my wife Jean filed for divorce and took what little money I had left. When she divorced me she was already fucking a grain farmer called Tony Greeley, with whom she now lives, so I find it hard to understand how she ended up with most of my money. But that's the way the world works, isn't it? I was in a financially vulnerable state, working too hard as a solo practitioner, always tired,. Krysta too had an Adam's apple but unlike her friend she had kept her own eye-brows, just plucking the line slightly. Her long blondish hair was piled up on top of her head, secured with a large pink plastic clip. Coral pink lip-stick did not match the hair clip, and her orange-pink nail varnish on long nails clashed with both pinks. She did not know how to cope with her long nails and held her hands awkwardly.I finished my lobster and Jeannine was still eating when two nordic looking men. Taking her by the upper arm I drag her up, I notice the blood on her face caused by the fall and stop to look closely, running my finger through the blood and pushing against the broken skin pulling a whimper from her before pulling her out the back door. The ice cold winds wrap around my body making me shudder, I look at her naked body glad I'm at least clothed. We walk over to the middle of the garden and I stand her in front of me, and tell her to stand with her arms out wide and feet.