You will let me go, won’t you?”“Slow down a bit, Billy!” Mrs Villiers put down the tea towel and looked at her fourteen-year-old son. “Now t...ll me the full story from the beginning. Andrea Villiers knew Michael and his parents well. Billy and Michael had been friends since primary school.Michael explained that his friend’s parents had booked a gite in the South of France between Cannes and Toulon on the Cote d’Azur. It was planned that they would stay there during the school holidays.“Well,. With those two items completed, I rode the trike to the police station where I picked up the pistol.Since I wasn't on the road, I rode the trike to the mall so that I could walk. I decided that forty five minutes was a minimum amount of walking for a woman my age. I could walk all day, but I doubted that more was all that much better. I had been a downtown walker at lunchtime now and then, but never a mall walker. The place and the people were new to me.Probably because I wasn't in any hurry, I. " Isn't that funny? I've never thought of myself as a snob. Maybe it's you."As she waited for him to continue the conversation, he kept staring at her. He thought she was younger than he was, but still over thirty, just a few wrinkles around the eyes, and all that makeup. High cheekbones. Such a sexy face, particularly for a big girl. Woman. Shit, he thought, she's waiting for me to say something. Okay, lemme see. "Uh, do you know you're a knockout?"The minute he said it, he grinned, shook his. It has to be enough for tonight." All right. Good-night, mom." He ran up to his room.Rachel greeted her husband at the door. He looked at the way she was dressed and smiled. "You look terrific in the low cut blouse and split short skirt!" I have dressed for you, darling," she lied smiling.That night her husband made a tame effort at love making. "I'm sorry I can't be as good as I used to be, dear." It's all right, Bran, I understand. You are not to blame if your back is not good."Her husband.