The clock down in the hall struck eleven, as she now moved to stand facing the door, one hand resting on the brass bed-post. Her heart was beating wil...ly with excitement and she could feel her breath hot in her throat.The knock on the bedroom door was firm and commanding, and Mrs. Grandage's voice trembled as she responded,'P... please come in.' She gripped the metal bed-post even more tightly as she felt her legs turning to jelly.The door was thrown, rather than pushed, open and she drank in. Rich turned the knob and leaned with his weight on the door. The wooden door scratched against the floor not wanting to let anyone in. It moaned as if it had not been opened in a decade. Rich stepped into the darkened room filled with stale cold air. I stepped in after him and was greeted with an old oaken scent filling my nose. I stood in the doorway while he went around and opened only two blinds in the cabin, one on each wall perpendicular to the door. Light flooded in to the small rustic. I am going to play with you have you got a problem with that i start screaming and trying to escape, he says stop it you make it worse. the other bloke is standing near dad with a baseball bat and hits him in the stomach and smacks him with it. see darling the more you fight the harder your dad gets hit, you understand, I knod, he starts kissing me, and playing with my nipples, he whispers in my ear do not worry my dear I am not going to hurt, to works his way down my neck and starts kissing,. She nodded as Sharon spoke, her mind perhaps on other things, and then she asked, "What is a 'car'? And what are 'office blocks'? And what do you do in 'shops'?" Sharon blushed a little, and looked up at her pilgrim companions who were smiling kindly and sadly at Sweetness. The girl who'd first met them, signed some comments to Sharon, but of course she had no idea what was being said, although she nodded her head as if she did.Then the pilgrims parted at the railway station concourse, kissing.