Gwen Gladstone. Gosh, I’ve not thought of her for a long while!”“Tell me more!” Marina giggled, “how old were you then?”“I was 16.”“...Snap!”They both laughed.“That,” Marina said, “is the first time, that I have been able to laugh at what happened to me. After over thirty years plus. I must be on the mend, you are a miracle.”“No, you were the miracle, seeing you at the village hall with Elsie. I couldn’t believe it was you, but at the same time I was confused because you said you didn’t know. I knew there was NO WAY you would actually touch your bare skin in that dirty dirty 'germ box'."I couldn't dare wish for any more than watching you play with your twat and tit at the same time. I SO wanted to do that for you! It was hard to tell, but I thought I saw a moist, darkening spot growing from your pussy. Then, with just a quick furtive glance at the door, you abruptly whipped off your panties. No tease, no slow peel, just whoosh- gone! Your tits jiggled provocatively when you. I was only 19, but they didn't ID me. I was getting a lot of stares, but no one was talking to me or anything. Finally one guy came up and asked if he could buy me a drink. I ordered a cosmo and sat next to him. He was probably about 20 years old. Clean shaven and in good shape. Tanned skin and piercing eyes. Veeerrry sexy. I had my target. We chatted about god knows what for a while, both of us having several drinks. I was pretty buzzed after a while so when he asked if we wanted to. Bill Watling strolled into the tiny flat with an air of abstracted bonhomie that she was convinced he had perfected with long practice over the years. For all his unprepossessing appearance, he was the tip of the spear in a vice unit that as yet called only a few men among its core members. The unit that had seconded Del for a most unusual sort of operation that had never been tried in Birmingham before. She saw him size up the surroundings with an acuity that belied his absent-minded air..