After she had rested her hand on the Bible andspoken the oath, Rachel stood and addressed her."Miss Welch, can you confirm that you were once Jack Wel...ch, and that onthe fourteenth of January 2016 you stopped to assist a fellow motoriston the A358 near Hatch Beauchamp?"Evie nodded. "I can, to both questions." Is that motorist in this court?" she asked."He is." Can you identify him please?"She pointed. "One of the defendants, Bill Dunney." Miss Welch, can you please relate to the court what. She went into their bedroom to change. Ma would no more think of going to town in a faded and worn dress such as she wore for work around the house than she would try to fly to the moon by flapping her arms.Pa and I looked at each other and smiled at ma's "female ways," as Pa called them. He would laugh and tease her because she was always so fussy with her appearance. Once when the preacher came calling, she made Pa entertain him outside the house for ten minutes before letting him in. She had. Stepping in alongside her, he buckled her seatbelt, turned to her, and exhaled slowly. “One thing. I only asked for one thing tonight”, he breathed in a dejected tone. He let the silence hang in the air for a few minutes, until she finally worked up the nerve to protest. “But I -” “I don’t want to hear it. You promised me you wouldn’t drink too much. You promised me you wouldn’t cause a scene. You know what happens when you break a promise, miss”. With that last sentence, his eyes rose to meet. I relished in the excitement of them growing hard. By the time they touched the glass, my eyes were closed and I was panting. My breath condensed as soon as it hit the window. I pushed my nipples against the glass and felt them freeze instantly. They were hard as nails as I brushed them over the window. I wanted every part of me to feel like this; cold and excited.I looked down at the men through dreamy eyes. I could see them cheering me on, encouraging me. The man with the dog had his hand.