Her father had bought her a clapped out old Mini when she started university and paid the tax and insurance for her on the strict condition that she w...ould not drink and drive and she loved that old car far too much to risk loosing it. The garden centre kept what Jack called ‘farmer’s hours’, in those days we opened an hour or so after dawn and closed at sunset, so our hours were considerably shorter during the winter months. Except during Christmas fortnight, business was much slower between. He was turned toward me so his wet shinny cock was just a few inches in front of my face. I would soon learn it was wet and shinny from my mouth. I tried to get up but there was a weight on me that was moving up and down causing my ass to burn. It was then I realized my ass was d****d over the end of the couch and someone else was fucking me – no wonder my ass was burning. I tried to get up but Gabe and the other man held me down.“Leave me alone you fucking fagots,” I shouted.“Not us. You are. .------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------So, a refresher from Part 3....." Ten minutes later, I managed to release Tash and get to talk to her about what she'd seen. She'd seen just about everything, so it seemed, and although she wouldn't admit it at the time, years later she told me that she was quite proud of his little exhibition.".......... There was still a feeling ofwrongness, a feeling of other. Like he wasn't himself. For a moment, athought bubbled to the surface, of smashing the mirror. And then anothershock.He turned, only to be face to face with another mirror. Erin's facelooked... softer. As if this was his face if he had managed to make itthrough college, get a job he hated less, didn't have to only work andsleep and work and sleep. A... happier Erin."Huh," he says, once again touching his face. He should be weirded.