Gaynor had told me that he (alan) was married, he was 38 and she knew him as he used to date one of her old schoolfriends. The night she had met him h... had fucked her twice in his car, and she seemed keen to get him into our bed!Alan arrived 10 mins early, but we were ready. Gaynor was upstairs on the bed wearing black stockings, black lace knickers and a see thro top. I answered the door, strangely it wasnt awkward at all as i had feared. Alan was a nice guy, quietly spoken and average build.. There were always holes; and of course, they each knew all the others were spying on them, too.I felt we had done something to send them underground, as the family was at its peak by the late 90’s and they hadn’t come out of hiding till about 2020 or shortly before. But this time I was here. Somehow, they knew that would make a difference. I wanted to get mad, and angry! These people had murdered my Grandfather, and countless others over the centuries. For all, I knew they may have been. You know,, but then some of you all may get offended at this here for what I myself am about to put upon your minds, &/or placed within your hearts, & if so that may be, or could possibly become that being of the case, &/or situation then feel free to go on elsewhere to somebody else's social-media account for this one particular free app of a website-site-address, & not that I myself am meaning to possibly attempt to hold anyone, or anybody hostage for after all we live within what is. For a moment we just stared at each other, trying to catch our breath, and smiling happily, and then just as Emily went to lean up towards me and say something with a big smile on her face, we heard the front door of the flat being opened."What the fuck?" i asked looking towards the hallway."I'm home!" said a familiar voice from out in it, before i then heard the door shut."Did you have a fun night?" the voice then asked.Then the person stepped through the door into the living room, and i.