’ I just wished Christie would keep her mouth shut. ‘Don’t say that.’ I told her. ‘This is my problem, let me do the bloody talking.’ ‘...s that right?’ Angie asked. ‘Yeah, only because some one keeps moving the bloody shovel.’ The only some one that could be is Christie, I keep telling her to leave it there but she always moves it, telling me it’s untidy. Silly bitch. Then she wants me to get rid of the snakes. I keep telling her not to leave water lying around, Tiddlypoo can get a drink from. She's trembling and wanting to get away from this place. He tells her the plan to get her out has to be careful. The only way out is through all them guys and if she didn't want to have all her holes fucked again, she has to wait. Cause there is no way he can protect her from all the guys out in the store. So she decides to wait. She starts looking all around the room and seeing lights and camera's everywhere. She asks about all the stuff and is told that they make movies there sometimes. . It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble. All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead. Prologue ‘You can’t be serious’, gasped Ernest, as he stared at his wife in utter disbelief. ‘You can’t mean what you just said! For nearly thirty years, I thought I’d…’ He. ”He put his left hand on her right cheek and rubbed it softly, “All these years we’ve only been a few miles apart. I thought you had died. My mom died a little after, so there wasn’t anybody to remind me. I remember trying to put it out my mind, but it wouldn’t go away. I mean I was a pretty happy kid, but it was like there was this empty place. Nothing would fill it.”“And now?”“Now, now I don’t know. I mean I don’t want to see you go back over all those painful times. Look, I mean I’m happy. I.