"We're going to collect your stash of pictures and tape recordings - the ones you and Jenny have been hiding all these years." The ones of all the men...?" Lynn asked. She had to keep asking that. Somehow something didn't seem right, but she couldn't figure out exactly what."Them are the ones," the old man said. "We gotta get 'em quick. Jenny's back at the farm waiting for us to bring 'em back. She wants every last one of 'em now, so you gotta make sure we don't leave none behind. We wouldn't want. Those running through the bushes I mentioned was usually because she was being chased by someone. Like the coach after she egged his house when she was 16. This wasn't received well by him. Or our parents. Or the principle. Turns out that throwing eggs at the coach's house because, "You don't like being told what to do", isn't a good enough reason, and will get you suspended from the girl's basketball team for a few games. But that's Rachel. She's never been one to follow the rules, even the. Dann kam jedoch der Tag 3 Wochen nach dieser Aktion. Wieder ein heißer Sommertag, sie hatte Samstags Abends eine Freundin besucht die eine Gartenparty gegeben hatte und versprach um 2 Uhr morgens dann auch ein Taxi zu nehmen, die unweit der Wohnung ihrer Freundin einen Standplatz haben. Sabine hatte eine auf dem Bauch geknotete Bluse, ohne BH, an, einen Minirock der ihren Po gerade gut bedeckte, einen String und fast knielange Stiefel. Sie trat aus dem Garten der Freundin, sah nach rechts, dort. "Hello Joyce, hope I haven't interrupted you doing anything," I said."Not at all dear, you are welcome over any time."We walked into the kitchen and I took a seat at the table. Joyce poured the tea. "There you are dear," she said, handing me a mug of tea. "Help yourself to milk and sugar."I took a little milk and then sipped my tea."Now then, what is it you wanted to ask me about?" Joyce asked."Well, Mandy has been having some trouble at school," I replied, "It sounds like she first tried to.