Some make it just fine. Some have to face the consequences of their choice. The blue cube van had been pushed back just barely across the road's mucky...shoulder where it rested like a stuck ox. Only a few feet away was the water-filled sink hole in the road that had drowned the van's engine; its grill had branches and leaves sticking out of it, evidence of a challenge fought and lost to the aforementioned pool. Inside the van, two people sat across from each other in the rear cargo area, staring. I pulled Jane out the door. The little Toyota was more than adequate for my needs.I dropped the salesman off at his office, then drove to the donut shop. Hell, if we were going to have a party with a bunch of cops as guest, then I had to have donuts. I bought two dozen in various flavors. I also stopped at an ATM outside my bank. I withdrew five grand. I knew that what I was about to do was very dangerous and that I would likely need cash for mad money.One of those calls I made before I left. ’ She opened up the hatch where the horse’s head would be, the slant-load trailer having room for more than one horse. When she pulled it open, a gorgeous palomino pushed his nose through the open space and whinnied loudly, snorting and breathing hard, eager to get out of the trailer and stretch his legs. ‘Oh god … he’s gorgeous,’ she cried softly, reaching up to rub his muzzle. ‘What the fuck….’ Lance muttered. He couldn’t stand still any longer. He walked out to join the others. He shook. " Oh, yes," she answered, rather abstractedly. "Love you too, see you in the morning."Everything went smoothly next day. Ann disappeared off to her murderous lover. After breakfast, Jenny and Greta went off shopping in Altrincham, while the lads and I went ten-pin bowling. We all returned to the house at four and ate together, before Greta got herself ready for the party in Stretford.When she came downstairs, Jenny and I both gasped. She looked ten years older. She was wearing a crop-top shirt,.