"Yeah, well. He was asking for it. And he can't go messin' with ya like that."Lydia sighed and took a sip of her coffee. "Well, I don't like it," she ...aid firmly. "I don't want people fighting over me." It wasn't a fight," Ezra replied and adjusted his T-Shirt. "I just told him what would happen if he messed with you again."Ezra glanced over at Susan and greeted her. "Are you two going to be OK if I go for a wander around Manchester?" Susan asked. "Or are you going to squabble."Lydia smiled.. When we both realised we were the centre of attention, the gazing broke to shifty digging into our foods. Not that I was embarrassed or anything. Its not their problem, its mine, and its fucking worth the attention. The afternoon droned on as I had to sit through a dull Japanese lecture. Fortunately I was sitting next to a window with a clear view of the field. It was hot, and not just the weather. Kyle was gorgeous in those tight crotch-hugging shorts of his. His pecks were bursting out of his. For now though, she would save it for another time. There was a different kind of fun to be had. An hour later, both girls were ready. Molly had left little to the imagination. She was wearing nothing but a fishnet body stocking, black bra and panties. With the addition to her three inch heels she was simply stunning and sexually electrifying. Megan was a cheerleader gone bad. Her outfit was a see-through, black crop top. Being without a bra, her pink nipples and succulent young breasts would. The two admissions arrived with Dick Tracey and Andy Downs. While they'd had the same tests as the others, they had come from Police custody.Vera Crowe, IS29/15R (the R indicating further legal restrictions) was mid forties, overweight, with grey-streaked auburn hair. She was an arsonist, having set alight the family home with her family in it. She'd disabled the alarms before leaving and it was entirely luck that had her husband woken by a phone-call before the fire took hold. He got their.