Do you know the difference, Claire?I started to cry. -Oh god, please let me go... I won't tell anyone, I promise...-Shh, soothed the Fun Guy, -we'll... let you go, and we know, you won't tell anyone, but lets have some fun first.He brushed my hair out of my tear stained cheeks with a hand and stroked my shoulder.-I'm cold, I complained. -You'll soon warm up, don't worry, let me introduce the gang...They were sat in a semi-circle around me and he started on the left with a repulsive fat man in a. So i stopped the lawnmower where it was, switched it off, and strolled over to my slightly merry mother and her older friend."Let Carol have a feel of your body!" my mother then said again, as i approached the table."Alright!" i replied and moved around to Carol's seat and then stood beside her smiling.Carol looked nervously up at me towering over her, and then round at my mother."Go on! He won't bite!" my mother said encouragingly.So, Carol looked back at me, and then nervously lifted a hand. . nothing that would directly contradict being hit by a truck and then spending 8 weeks in recuperation.Just to be safe, I'd asked her not to bring it up to anyone. It was a weird conversation, but I'm pretty sure that I managed to convince her to at least avoid mentioning it to Mom - I'd said it would "bring back the traumatic memories", and that at the time, I'd worried Mom had suspected something about how often Lucy had been coming into my room.I think she bought it. I wouldn't be sure. The search was on for a place that we could lease or buy for housing. But that was going to have to wait until the permanent staffing was completed.With a housing allowance some may decide to buy property and move here with their families, although I would never recommend that.The men we were taking back were members of the special OPS team and my personal bodyguards.Monday the search would begin in earnest for the security detail. Mischief and Mayhem had started on that yesterday.At 1000 Jenny.