"Well, Big Spender, it's just you and me tonight. My son just called and will not be back for a couple of hours. And my husband works until almost day...light."She took the wine bottles and opened the first. "Go sit on the couch, I'll be right in with a glass for you."Smirking did as he was told. He looked up as Susan walked in from the kitchen still wearing her short shorts and bra work clothes.She gave him his glass and went across the room and fell into the lazy boy recliner directly across. ‘What you bleedin’ looking at?’ ‘Erm….nothing, really.’ ‘You dirty bloody fucker looking at nudie mags. Should be ashamed of yourself.’ The magazine and Rachel disappeared up his jumper. ‘You says anything,’ the first youth’s voice was low, but menacing, ‘and you’ll find your dick cut off. That’s a fucking promise. You savvy?’ Paul silently nodded. He watched as the youths left the shop then, without thinking, pulled down a copy of the magazine. He took it to the counter doing his best to hide. She wouldn't do that, would she?The shivering became uncontrollable. She looked inside the houses around the square. They looked so warm and pleasant. Not freezing like the cold ground she was sitting on. All she wanted was a little warmth. She looked at the matches. She could light one, if only for a little warmth. The lady wouldn't miss one. She held the matchstick in her hand and scraped it for a flame to ignite. She held her other hand around it and saw in the smoke a beautifull fireplace.. "She went to get Kayla from the tent and the five of them packed up the camp site as quickly as possible while at the same time doing their best to cover their tracks around the camp up. Kayla noticed that Sarah had a wound from a grazing bullet on her upper arm and dressed it quickly and efficiently. When they were ready, they assemble and headed off in the direction of the Farm.The journey would be slow. The Farm was out of the way, a good fifty miles from any other centre of population. They.