She had clearly marked classes on Monday and Wednesday nights, but on Tuesday and Thursday nights she had names and times written in. The location spo...t usually read "Ben. Mall", although a few times there were addresses.I closed everything up and started thinking about my next step. After work I her laptop to back, telling her that I pulled the HD and straightened out a bent pin. I said that it booted right up, but that I hadn't done any checks to make sure her files were ok. She was visibly. "Would you believe, your Mother?" Oh god, No," I gasped. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. It lterally ached. "You didn't!"He laughed at my shocked respone. "No, but almost as good. It was your aunt Shirley.That is about as close to your mother as one could get, isn't it? (Aunt Shirley had stayed with us for several months after her second divorce.) The first time I met her at your house, when I took her hand and looked her in the eye, I knew I could fuck her any time I was. ‘You’re so beautiful.’ Her heart thudded as she tried to form a coherent thought. ‘Let’s go, Gabriela.’ He took her hand and led her to a small gate where the guards nodded for them to go through. They walked the short distance to a waiting private jet. Gabriela didn’t question any of it. She was with Seth and nothing else mattered. Her brain ceased to function the moment she realized it wasn’t a dream. Gabriela gasped at the elegant interior in the small plane. Exotic wood cabinets,. “Hi, I’m Al,” says the man with a smile. “I am going to Chiangrai.”“Hello, I’m Miranda,” she says, smiling back.As the luxury bus slides into the Bangkok night to head north, Matilda places a flat red pillow that she always travel with for her head on the back of the seat and takes the thin blanket out of it plastic bag. It’s going to be a bloody cold air-conditioned ride, as usual.Before settling in, Miranda walks to the toilet at the back of the bus and slips off her flimsy pink bikini.