”“It’s okay, I can cover for you,” Helen told her calmly. “Once people start asking, I’ll say you’re in the ladies’.”“But my mothe...r will come looking! You might cope with Stephen, but mum will insist on your taking her to me, I know what she’s like.”“I’ll deal with your mother, I’ll deal with them all—buy you the time you need,” Helen insisted. “I’m an excellent liar when I have to be. You have no idea. Erica, you have my word—no one will come looking.”Erica was reassured. Checking around, she. ‘I mention to the officers that he was distraught over my rape last night. But not to the degree of taking his own life.’ I answered their questions and then they left. I sat there all alone thinking about what I did. I fucked up my marriage, responsible for killing my husband, responsible for Marks death. All for what? A damn cock? Now I wish Chuck would have killed me when he killed Mark. I really didn’t want to go on. I now had to call Becky our daughter and tell her all these things. I. I heard one say to the others “look at the tits he’s got in there, fucking old pervert!” one of the other girls made a point of sticking Her chest out, Her big bosoms bulging and making me groan in ecstasy in seconds. I loved hearing them calling out things like “fucking wanker” as I sat there in my mac with lots and lots of dirty mags on view. So I made up some signs, including a big one saying ‘Wanker’ which I hung round my neck once I was parked. Others said all sorts of different things. V I GOT FEEL THAT I WAS NOT ALONE FOR SOME REASON ANY WAY I ENDED UP FALLING A sleep PISSED UP ON VODKA AND THEN I WAKE UP IN THIS ROOM TIED TO THIS BED A 4 POSTER ONE AND I COULD NOT SHOUT ARE ANY THING BECOURSE THEY PUT A GAG BALLL IN MY MOUTH THEN IN COME THIS BLACK GUY SAYING SO YOU LIKE TO DRESS UP LIKE A LIKE A LITTLE SLUT DO YOU WELL QUESS WHAT IM GOING TO SHOW YOU WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE A LITTLE SLUT OK BITCH I AM NOW YOUR MASTER AND YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY OK SLUT HE THEN COME OVER TO.