‘No, sorry, Boys. Even I don’t get to do that! You’re only here for your piss I’m afraid. Boss’ orders!’ The Boss being I assumed now,...Stacey – Ellen’s best friend! She was it seemed behind all this. Did she have some hold over Ellen? What on earth was the basis of their relationship, that it oversaw what I was now witnessing on the screen in front of me? The man, whose name I now knew was Frank, then ordered Ellen over to the table to fetch the glass bowl. As she crawled over, the. Chris knew this of course and would be ready with a pocket full of tissues and reassuring hugs. But not Cathy. It seemed when she was down she wanted to stay down. This was her second menstruation since the move, and Chris would need to play it very carefully he decided, if only for his own sanity. It was obvious, the last two nights she had stayed in her own room. If any hint was needed, as he slid through the wardrobe he heard the barely audible ‘oh no, not tonight’ she whispered to herself.. " He looked us up and down. "But then from the way you're dressed--" and he was looking at Lucy as he said this "--I'm thinking you were expecting them."I laughed and took Lucy's hand as we sat down. "Well you didn't need to be Einstein to work that out. That's why I've asked for some police presence at Marion's school."After breakfast Lucy and I walked out to face the crowd as dad backed his car out of the garage. The barrage of question started immediately. Questions like, why was Lucy in. Once it was locked I walked upstairs to the rear deck where I sat in the bright afternoon sun. I returned to the car just over an hour later as we pulled into Bridgeport harbor. First on, first off; I was on my way less than five minutes after docking. Ninety minutes later I pulled into the parking lot at the Springfield Marriott.I relaxed in my ninth floor room, looking out over the city’s skyline, not that it was anything like New York or Chicago. Still, I found the view interesting. I.