Now it was off to Tavistock Prison for him and his crew. A year ago, this would have been a source of great satisfaction for Maynard, and he would hav... gloated over the success for days. Now he felt like the mythical Greek king whose food turned to ashes in his mouth. There was no satisfaction for Maynard anymore.A half year ago, he had lost his only child. On the evening following Elizabeth's disappearance, he had searched her room for clues, and he had found her hidden diaries. Reading them. “Uh,” I stammered, “as much as I'm enjoying that,” I said glancing down, “If we expect to get to the house, alive, you've got to . . . stop.” “Okay, she said, “I'll behave . . . until we get to the house.” I went back to toying with her tits. A few moments later she pulled up her shirt and pulled her bra up to expose her tits. “Jenn!” I yelped, “someone will see!” “Only if I get to my knees on the seat.” she responded. “Or they're in a tall lorry.” I shot back as a tall lorry passed. Their going on a date was just icing on the cake as far asJayson was concerned, Jaycee had confided and told her that Jayson likedher 'that way' back when they were 15. Cindy had never had any interestin anything more than a friendship with Jayson, and these days, shedidn't even want too much of that from him either.When Jayson saw the long lineup to get into the club he hesitated at theback of the line assuming that that was where Cindy and he were supposedto go. But when Cindy kept striding. This story is not true, and the people are not real. CHAPTER 7 – CONCLUSION They spent the rest of the afternoon in silence, separately passing the time. At the hotel Liz worked on her timing, trying to make it look easy and natural to slip out of her clothes. Tom watched her as he pretended to watch television and napped, suspecting what she was thinking, and resenting her. At five he got into the shower and dressed, using the suite’s guest bathroom as Liz prepared herself for her show. At.