Let’s go get some breakfast.’ Since cafeteria breakfast wasn’t exactly the best, we walked around until we stumbled upon a quiet, cozy diner. We...sat down in a booth as a stout waitress walked towards us. She had a pencil behind her ear and when she spoke, she had a heavy New York accent. Her name tag read Wilma and when I looked up, she was talking to me. ‘What can I get fah ya sweetheart?’ ‘I’ll, um, have a cup of coffee for now.’ She looked towards Joanna, ‘And what bout ya pretty little. ” I became so aware of the cameraman behind me after I made that sigh. I glanced at them. “It was her, wasn't it?”The sound guy, following along behind with earphones on, just shrugged.“Why did I fuck her this morning?” I groaned. “Because I was horny. I'm always horny in the morning.”The sound guy and the camera guy both grinned at me.I gave them a naughty smile and groaned, “Pervs.”“Becky, could you join me in the living room,” Shanelle called. “Got something to show you. Want to know your. "Don't let this 'appen to me. Please. I'm begging ye."The coach lurched again and this time it started moving.It was really happening. There really was no escape.Cries went up from all around but Burt could already tell they werefalling behind.He was going to prison. He was going to be a convict. His life was over.He would never ever be Lady Ann again.The coach shook gently from side to side. It was really going. It reallywas too late.Then it lurched again, the other way this time, and Burt. There were too many other things to think of now, and a careless step, a fall was insignificant.Perhaps unconsciously she was thinking to go to Valerie Boyd with her new knowledge, to put the facts before Karen's mother in the hope that she could erase the lewd scene she had just witnessed from her mind. Yet, whatever brought her to the edge of the clearing and campsite, was quickly forgotten or lost in the prurient haze that once again permeated her mind.Linda froze, having almost charged.