So I went to the toilet with the help of torch light in my mobile, finished off the load. I kept my mobile in my pocket to wash my hands.I finished an...d wanted to come out I noticed the the door of the toilets were closed. I was shock I started to knock the door and shouted excuse me open the door! Then suddenly my mouth was gagged, with a strong gloved hand. I bet it was the man who had frisked me. He put his gloved hand on my mouth so that i did not shout. He caught both my hands behind very. ”“Not tonight. The sun’s already setting. Stay here, the spare room’s always made up. Actually, I just need to…” Rising, he dashed to the stairs and charged out of sight. He found another clean towel and folded it neatly on the spare room bed, then opened the window a crack to air the room. He wiped his hand over the dusty sill. “All ready for you,” he called, rushing back.Grace was standing at the living room window. “Look at that,” she said. Through the rain-dotted glass, the Western horizon. "She hated nagging her son, even while she was doing it. His father, herex-husband Frank, had been an up-and-coming ad designer when theymarried. She didn't nag Frank when he brought that sleazy hotel managerhome. How she wished she had. She told him he shouldn't trust that man,but left it at that. Every client she met after that seemed worse untilthe police finally arrested Frank for drug trafficking. When she sawChris hanging out with the same types of people, she would nag.Already worn out. About every two or three days she would drag me to my den to ask my advice about some pictures she had taken. She was coming along nicely with her photography talent and had some pretty impressive pictures to show me.The most impressive thing she had to show me didn't involve a camera at all. I studied her pictures on my computer making comments about each shot until I turned around and got the best view of all. Cathy stood there stark naked invitingly holding her arms out to me. If you think.