"So I said to her, 'Merry are you alone? Is it okay to talk?' " Sully?" Yeah, I kinda missed you, you know?" Oh, my god! I don't believe it!" She sque...led. "I was just thinking about you." You were 'eh? Like how?" Actually, I was wondering what to wear when we meet. I could..." Merry, think about what we'll be doing later." Ewe, is this going to be an obscene call?" Would that offend you?" No! I'd love to hear you talk dirty to me." You would huh? Well I'd like you to take a moment and think. Everything went silent... I began to look around me, but nothing was to be seen. As I moved my right foot, something was grabbing hold of it in the thick muddy long grass. I tried to tug my foot a second time, but it was if i was chained to a tree. I went to grab the mysterious object wrapped around my right foot, when noticing it was a slimy vine like tentacle grabbing hold of me. Before I knew it, a second tentacle grabbed hold of my left foot. Now i was stuck completely and could not move.. They were all chatting together and laughing, when the blokes hand moved up higher under her dress making her jump slightly but that was the only reaction she gave. Then somehow she was ushered into the middle of the group and i could see her workmate laughing, so i thought i would get closer to see what was happening. She was being snogged by one of the blokes who clearly had his hand up her dress and was caressing her arse as the other blokes watched. He then lifted the back of her dress so. It wasn’t what most people would find sexy, but he found himself imagining it talking to him at night, telling him he was a good man, a good provider and lover. A soft, short fingered hand, with long, sparkly green nails gestured reassurance. He almost felt that if his hand had been near the money deposit, the hand would have patted his. ‘Don’t worry honey. There isn’t anybody but Henry on the bus this late.’ A balding emaciated man in a wrinkled black trench coat looked up from the first seat.