"She turned her attention back to Tim and once again her hand moved to his cheek. "Five minutes," she said softly."Thanks, Wendy." He smiled crookedly... through his pain. "Glad I gave you that phone."She smiled gently back and began to stroke his forehead and cheek again.Ginny was as good as her word. The Land Rover was there in less than five minutes driven by her husband Mike. He had another man with him who she did not know."Where's the pain in your leg?" Mike asked Tim."Shin and knee." OK.". But the corridor was a dull, featureless gray without windows or open doorways. At the end, Manual pushed open a door and waved her in the cubicle beyond.It was a bathroom.The feeling that filled Renee was almost that of pleasure. Until that moment, she hadn't realized how desperately she was holding herself in. The sight of the toilet was blessed relief and she hurried to squat on it.Manual came and stood in front of her. She gasped. Renee hadn't even considered the possibility that he would. By that night, the stench was gone from the cart interior, and it was hardly recognizable as the place where Thunder Man had wallowed in filth. Now I allowed the women to dress in the clean clothes and dress the children as much as was ever done for them in that era. That night, my three wives welcomed me into my new home with an orgy of sex in appreciation for ridding them of Thunder Man. The youngest, Trudy, actually had her first orgasm that night; Thunder Man had always simply relieved his. Unless the police should happen to discover something startling, the press, even the local web pages, were not interested in taking up space with speculation.It was finally summer. No school until September, and my workday had few enough hours that I could take out Pamela during the week. She worked at her father's office but came home shortly after lunch, so we had nearly as many afternoons as during school. And no homework.Pamela insisted on reviewing the assigned summer reading. As focused.