They moved before I got there; I walked in to find Beth up on her hands and knees, facing away from me while Jack pounded away at her pussy, his hands...on her hips. I had a front row seat -- and I couldn't bring myself to leave!Jack was practiced. It's hard to explain, but it was clear. He wasn't going like a jackrabbit, and he seemed to know where Beth was in her cycle and tune himself to it. He slowed down at one point early on and I knew he had cum inside her -- but he took off again after a. "Fuck!" I cursed again. 'What in God's name could they want with me?Surely a social services department could arrange for the care of twogirls without having to involve me. They could be fostered orsomething,' I thought."Reluctantly I phoned the number in the letter."Eventually I reached the caseworker and what she told me did not pleaseme."The two girls talk about you all the time. Mrs Fotheringay died onlylast week. Where have you been? You're a very difficult person to gethold of." I've been. “Good,” she replied as she walked away.When the walk was over I took a shower, then dress for the day. When we were both clean and ready to greet the day, I suggested. “Let’s have our first real conference on episode three.”“I’m good with that,” she said.She sat down with her script on her small Dell portable combo pad and laptop. She read me the first scene. It was a scene with Tory meeting with one of her detective couples. I thought of them as Mr January and Miss June. So of course we worked. "I had to move because of the stairs, dear," said Primrose's grandmother who carefully eased herself into a leather armchair. "The frequent power cuts mean that the lift often doesn't work. Ten flights of stairs are far more than a woman of my age can cope with." But you're not actually on the ground floor, Gran." I can manage one flight of stairs. And anyway I don't want to get caught in the floods." There hasn't been a flood this far from the river, Gran." You'd think not, but the river's not.