But it was a beautiful Sunday evening so I thought, why not!I’d been walking for some 15 minutes deep into the forest, when I noticed a 4x4 car and ... tent attached to it, I didn’t think too much of it, but as circled around it I could hear some deep groans and aggressive and threatening language, I could hear a woman’s voice screaming … “You dirty bastards, your fucking sending me crazy … don’t shove that barrel’s up my cunt! … Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh … you dirty fucking perverts! … Please rotate it. A tight gray pencil skirt and 3-inch Stuart Weitzman pumps that set her back more than her first paycheck so many years ago would make her a stunner for the meeting. She also bought a beautiful dinner dress, since she knew Richard would take her out the 14th because it was the gentlemanly thing to do, romance or no romance. As a matter of fact, she overheard him tell his secretary to book a dinner reservation at The Rainbow Room, one of her favorite spots in the city. The views are stunning,. She blushed a little even though in the soft glow of her living room light she couldn’t be sure he could see her that clearly. ‘Just ask him if he heard you,’ she argued with herself. “Flynn?”“Hmm?”At the last second, she chickened out. “Did… Nevermind.” She walked away and into the shadows a bit more wondering that was something she really wanted to know. “Molly? Why do you do audios?” She turned back to him and walked back to where she had been standing. “Audios in general or erotic. Kids are kids at the end of the day," I try to reassure her.Her blue eyes glance up at me, meet mine, and I recognise a meekness in her as she instantly looks away. Is she someone's submissive? She doesn't appear to be with anyone else here, and there's no wedding band on her finger.I glance towards where the boy is now, and see him sitting by himself at the windowsill, and not playing with the others. The console isn't open either. Something about him begins to stand out, and it's not just how.