And then the White Witch sent the Minotaur and the Wolf to capture me and bring me here.Dr K: Is Cindi here as well?Bec: Poor Cindi. She may well be h...re. She was captured long before me. She could be in the next cell for all I know. Or she could be somewhere else entirely.Dr K: What about your sisters? Are they here?Bec looked at me strangely. She bit her lip.Bec: Sisters? I don’t have any sisters.Dr K: Now we both know that isn’t true.Bec: (looking defiant) They’re safe. They’ve been taken. It was on the Saturday of the following weekend that my mate and I cycled all the way to where they lived in the hope of seeing them out and about. We more or less lurked around the parks and streets hoping to bump into them. We didn't see them and so we had to wait until the following week, at school, to try and arrange a meeting for the next weekend.We did arrange that meeting and we eventually started courting, as they called it. I remember us sitting on some concrete slab, side by side,. Donny still wore his shorts, but Marilyn had put on a short tennis-type dress and blouse. Beneath the skirt she had on quite lacy, very sheer, bikini panties. Her son seemed to never get his fill of looking at her slender thighs, and she decided to dress in a manner that revealed them to him.They rode slowly along a narrow trail between the tall trees, the sun filtering through. About a mile from the house they paused. Marilyn stood astraddle her bicycle, the rear of her skirt caught on the. They were both stunning, Laura looking like a model, Brenda closely resembling a famous, drop-dead gorgeous porn star. Men nearly walked into buildings and risked whiplash as the two of them went by, and some women stared with envy or ambiguous sexual feelings.As always, Laura was afraid that her lust and anticipation of exquisite sexual adventures showed on her face, and she looked down at the sidewalk as they entered the parking garage. Brenda drove a red Corvette. Of course she would, Laura.