I felt her hands tremble, “or was it mine,” I thought.Peg tried to shuffle towards me and did get closer but sunk into the goo up past her tummy, ... screamed in horror as we were sinking deeper into the goo. I closed my eyes trying to block out the horror of sinking to our death in the mud and then felt a strong hand around mine and felt myself being pulled away from Peg. I opened my eyes, strange half clothed women were all around me, pulling me out of the mud and I looked back towards Peg.I. Doug slapped her ass as she stood up and went to the bathroom. Greg saw the kiss and looked a little confused, but said nothing. The wine flowed, and we all became more relaxed as the evening went on. It was around midnight when we decided that it was time for bed, I was nervous and excited at the same time. We all went upstairs together and my heart was racing as I knew that it was time that Greg would know of our secret. We got to the top of the stairs and Sara kissed me deeply and said,. Mrs Edwards is a very kind old lady. She has tea and biscuits with her some times. She likes listening to her stories. Mrs Edwards' husband was killed in the war they didn't get the chance to have any children. Everyone calls her Mrs Edwards she doesn't remember ever hearing her called by her first name. All the children in the area know her, she loves children. She has a huge tin of sweets in doors and in the summer, when the children are playing out in the street, she comes out with her tin. No, “mad” isn’t a sufficient enough descriptor. Livid, furious, irate ... perhaps if you combined all three you might reasonably approach some inadequate facsimile of the rage my primary girlfriend appeared to have stretching the boundaries of her bright red face. Her jaw was clenched, hard enough to vibrate as if her teeth were chattering inside her mouth. Her nostrils flared, and her eyes goggled out, threatening to burst from their sockets almost as much as the big vein across her forehead.