Fear made me twice as fast as I usually was. I had to get away. If they caught me they would do things to me again and again. Taking it turns, until t...ey were sated. If they weren’t happy, then death awaited me, if they were, then I could only expect more in the future.I knew there were seven for sure, possibly eight. The two younger ones I could deal with, if they were alone, but they had asked for and gotten help from the older more powerful ones. I also knew that Sabre was with them. He was. Luckily our neighbour had room in his garage for this stuff so the garage area was clear. Our neighbour, Ruggero, was going to keep an eye on everything at the villa. He was a doctor at the local hospital and lived in his villa all year round. The architect was also going to keep a weather eye on the builders. I was also conscious that Gianna was looking quite sad at leaving so I mentioned it to Lena. ‘Lena love, I want to make love to Gianna one last time this afternoon. Soft and gentle. You. The group of girls moved to various positions left right and in front of us. I could sense they were moving around pretending to find a better place to observe the waves and get soaked when the waves crashed into the rock. On the few times I dared look properly at the girls it was clear to me that they were watching us. What excited me was that my girlfriend, who had a better view than me (because she was facing towards them I am was facing her), clearly knew the girls were watching and did. Come to think of it, why am I keeping a personal journal? Well, I don’t have an eidetic memory, oh, I can remember things that happened a week ago, but I don’t remember something from an hour ago ... selective prioritisation, the memory from last week was meaningful, was important.I am afraid that there will come that day, when I have a noodle-memory, everything just flows through, without even yielding, let alone stopping, like water being poured over noodles, and I am forced to remember on.