She closed her eyes and went over the map in her mind. That lurch may just have been the point where the other road forked south.Amanda turned around ...so she could get another look at the carriage to confirm again that no guard had been placed with her. The carriage driver was the only other occupant, sitting in a small cab just behind the horses.Her body lurched forward. The carriage was slowing down. She leaned to one side as it made a slow, tight circle, pointing it back the way it came. He loved music. Classical Music. Pop Music, anything except Bagpipes.And Models, he loved models, Trains mainly. He was a boring little tit really. For a mass murderer.He moulded the toys in a Gregson and Forde Invictus Mk 5 injection moulding machine which he bought at auction for ten pounds when Arkwrights in Hannibal street closed down. It was pretty worn out so his first plan to make statues of the Queen for Jubilee day was a non starter.One day he needed some bits for his model railway and. “Gotta go. Mom just came in downstairs.”“See you tomorrow, then.”“Tomorrow. Bye.”Christine disconnected the call and then said, “Don’t worry, Dan. You won’t get left out. I’m flying all of us up to see Angie before you both leave. She has a sexy roommate, too.”“Cool,” he chuckled.Becky let out a low whistle as Christine slowed down a few minutes later. “Wow, nice neighborhood.”“This old place?” Christine said in an exaggerated Southern accent. “Should be there in a couple of minutes. She told why dont we play poker me:only the 2 of us? riya:i’ll call my friend pooja: me;ok.So after 5 minutes pooja came in and joined.Pooja was looking sexy,she was wearing a short skirt slighly above her knee and a white camisole.We met each other.As i dint know the rules of poker ,pooja explained it to me. Niether of us had money,so riya suggested that we play strip poker.Pooja and i readily agreed and we started playing.We made sure that everybody has 4 pieces of cloth on them,but riya.