But he was too far away for Sarah to see him clearly. She when she wished that she was a little closer, the wish became reality, as though she had bee... staring through a camera lens, and it had adjusted to close up. The fact that she had such control did not surprise her. In retrospect, she realised that she had expected it. Her study intensified.The man was of indeterminate age, although he was not old. And he was just about the hairiest human that Sarah had ever seen. His chest, arms and the. Then one of them moved and sat in the corner beside her so he could look at her front, she looked at him and his eyes were fixed on her tits, she felt uncomfortable but there was no way she could leave, the rain seemd to be getting worse "are you cold " he asked "no Im fine thanks" "you look cold" "no really Im not, why do you say that" "because your nipples are sticking out" she felt the heat rush to her face as she blushed again, she didnt want to look down ,she was to embarassed, she just. No matter what happens to me ... you'll be dead. Badge or bullet? This little fourteen year old girl just claimed 'Rape.' I'll get away with it. In fact..." She thumbed back the hammer.The gun was a Smith & Wesson K-38 Combat Masterpiece Revolver Model 15 in .38 special; a nicer gun than he carried. It looked very used."Hold it ... hold it ... I'm a police officer." So you say ... badge or bullet?"This situation gave him, 'furiously to think, ' as the saying goes. She held the Smith like she. "The eating part, or the obligation part?" I asked."Your sister is alive and well. She's as safe as safe can be," sheassured me.Honestly, I was not surprised. I had already concluded that it was thestains from mulberries, not blood on Sheila's hat, and I was reasonablysure that Goody Whitefield was telling the truth about her being alive.Goading the old woman into boasting about what she knew appeared to bethe best way of getting information from her."If you're being fair with me, I suppose you.