Make sure they're not wreaking the place and they have everything they need." Sure Sally, be glad to. They're good kids. Hope your mum's feeling bette... soon."Jean and Mandy were fourteen and fifteen year old sex bombs. Blond, slim, tall, nice tits and gorgeous tans. They both had their navels and tongs pierced and when they had bare midriffs, which they usually had all summer, I could see tattoos peeping up from their shorts or jeans.Later that afternoon I answered the phone."Hi Tom, it's Jean.. They thought about going into Millbrook to the mall to find clothes and make the trip worthwhile. However, something in the apple orchard had been interrupting the usual sounds of the past several nights and spooking the dogs. There were still potatoes and pumpkins in the garden that could easily be destroyed in a matter of minutes by a hoard of wild pigs. The goats and the chickens were out and about vulnerable to wild dogs. It was too risky to stay away from the farmhouse for too. Marjorie then introduced us to the other two."This is Bruce, Betty's husband and this is Carol, she is the maid. Betty is the cook and the housekeeper," Marjorie said to us.The servants extended no hands for an introduction.We entered the front door as Bruce went to get the bags out of the boot. The entrance was huge, with a central stairway branching to the left and right halfway up with a huge painting of a battle scene above the landing. It looked like one of the Charge of the Heavy Brigade. Little did they both know that their lives would never be back to normal ever again. Debbie picked up her coffee and headed over to the patio window. Gazing aimlessly over her garden she wondered what had altered her plans to do more gardening yesterday. "Morning mum.........MORNING MUM". Brian repeated. Debbie was snapped out of her daze by Brian's voice. "Oh, morning love, sorry i was miles away ". Her coffee was hardly touched and cold. Yet again her eyes were drawn to her sons school.