Eventually, late morning, Gavin returned, his arms laden withbags and parcels. My mouth dropped. "What on earth have you got here? Andhow much of my m...oney have you spent?" Surprisingly little," was his reply. "My friend Frankie - you know theone I told you about, who runs the dressing service; well, she has beenhaving a clear out of old stock to make way for the new season's fashionsand she had a whole pile of things that she was just about to send to thetip. She said I could take anything I. You’re very kind.” I took a deep breath. “Can I get my weekend bag from my car? I’ve got some warm clothes in there. Standing here half-dressed, I’m getting frostbite on my ass.”The mechanic put my bag in Sherry’s car, gave me a business card, and told me where he was taking my vehicle. As I watched my car being carted down the road, I thought what a piece of shit it was. See, there I go again, blaming the car instead of the real culprit: meAs Sherry and I got into her vehicle, it started. . he approached me ... nothing happened." At least nothing I'm gonna share with the team, she thought. Her body started trembling and she dropped the stun gun. Picking it up, she shoved it into her bag. "Is this the guy, Tony?" Don't know, Abbs, but he's armed." He had the military look about him, silver hair cut short, but the suit was way too expensive. And yet he was armed with ceramic military-grade knives, not cheap ones either. What was he doing with knives if he didn't have something. The woman screamed all the way through it and her knuckles were white from clutching the pillows in the throes of ecstasy. She had had the fuck of her life and so had Dawn. Her hands hurt and she felt completely drained with a sense of satisfaction that she didn’t think possible.“Thank you,” she said softly.He kissed her on the forehead. “There’s no need to thank me,” he told her. “It was my pleasure.”“Robyn’s a very lucky woman.” Dawn told him.“I know,” he told her as he kissed her and ran his.