Thiswas the expensive end of the village where many retiredpeople lived. That meant that when any crime happened theymade a lot of noise about it. Mos... of them were outsidersmoving down to a quaint Cornish village for their twilightyears, which meant there was some resentment towards themfrom the locals.Something appeared in the headlights - a tatty whitetransit van. The rear doors were open, but no one was to beseen. Andrew pulled over to one side behind a parked Volvoand switched off his. "My name is Lana, Lana... Lick." She had almost forgotten what last name she had used with Spike."Nice meeting you, Lana. I'm Ken, Ken White, and sure I know Laura. We've been neighbors for ages now. I feed her cat, Wiggy, and water her plants whenever she's out of town." I know, you dummy, I know. "But I'll tell you, Lana, you two sure are different from one another. You must be distant cousins." He grinned at her. She thought, what's that supposed to mean, ass hole? "What's that supposed to. She opened her door and hopped in. I leaned over and kissed her then asked if she had a nice time. Oh yes she said.As I started down the road I said do you have something for me? She said like what ? I said do you have me something special in your pussy? She crossed her legs and I could see her thigh muscles tighten then said maybe. So she was in a playful mood I thought. Did Tim stick his dick in your pussy I jokingly said. She said yes. I said did he stick his dick in your mouth too? She said. Glancing briefly out of the window pane, Peyton could see faint white flashes of lightning within the heavy black clouds, the thunder faint to the ears as of yet. She exchanged her moccasins for her pink-as-a-pig rain boots, knowing that they would garner better protection from the coming rain than the worn-in leather. Tightening the strings of her coat hood tightly under her chin, Peyton tested the flashlight, strengthened her resolve, and dashed outside only to be blasted back indoors by the.