’ ‘Maybe he was a seeker after pussy,’ I wanted to say, but I kept this thought to myself. The events of the last few days made it clear to me t...at it had been Uncle Albert’s driving passion to complete the project he called FUCK and unleash himself on the unsuspecting ‘young ladies’ of London, only for a casual accident to cut him down when on the brink of success. For him, it was an incredible tragedy, but for London’s young womanhood, I could not but reflect, a lucky escape. The mind boggled. She looked up and down the street, no one around.Soon she found herself in the middle of the group; she walked along the street with the men along the familiar road towards the marina."I'm happy for your hand." The group's translator, arms outstretched.The thought of what it would look like, her walking scruffy sailors home was bad enough but holding one of their hands, a married woman, it was just wrong. Yet, her hand was now in his, the coldness of the night gone with the touch and heat from. “Yeah, ok. You’re a babe, Mandy. I can’t always help noticing how hot you are but I tried to hide it. You’re my best friend and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”“You were never a problem, Dave. Anyway, tonight was different. For the first time I wanted you. I wanted to run my hands all over you and have your hands on me. It was incredible. You don’t know how disappointed I was when you said I had to go.”“I worried you weren’t really you. Like you said, you never found me attractive in. My car went straight ahead and the road moved away from us toward the left. We hit the embankment and slid about a hundred-fifty yards before coming up against a tree. We were wearing seat belts and shoulder harnesses. The brush and leaf debris had slowed the car significantly, but we were still going about twenty miles per hour when the car hit the tree. If the tree hadn’t had a low branch at the height of the car’s radiator things would have been better. As it was, I couldn’t let the motor.