Later, after the consumption of a behaviour altering amount of alcohol, Mike said, "My mum said she fancies you, even your ginger hair(laughs), she sa...id her heart thumps whenever you come round to our house." "Jeeesus Mike!" I quipped. "You're fucking k**ding me" "Nope. We had a heart to heart discussion last night, she never usually discusses anything like that with me. To be honest mate, I thought she only told me because she secretly wants me to tell you, you know how shy and proper my mum. George could see a couple of old bruises around her jaw line, probably from being slapped around. She didn’t look to be in really bad shape, or at least nothing that a change of clothes and a bath couldn’t help clear up. A good meal probably wouldn’t hurt either. ‘Well,’ George started. ‘It’s nice to see you again, Lynn. I hope you don’t mind if I don’t ask how you’ve been. That much is pretty obvious. Can I take you home now to get cleaned up or would you rather I took you back to your. “Two, thank you, Sir,” Becky seemed to think it was quaint I was trying to give her an affirmation and played along. “You are going to look anyway. It will only make it more fun for you if I mind, won’t it? You like to be a peeping Tom, don’t you? I bet you came around to our window and watched me and my sister eat each other out last night when Mom tied us together?” she asked.This was not how I wanted the affirmation to go. She was making me seem creepy. I had been caught twice peeping on. Flipping through the channels the client begins talking about his work and things that he has to do, reaching over he flips his leather case to me, flipping it open, *oh kool, US Department of State Security Special Agent .. thats really neat.* Tossing it back turns and gets a bit pale, yup they are screwed if things get out of control. The night rolls on tired and worried, listens to ideal chatter and soft music, her friend and the client cuddled on the bed. A sound makes her pay close.