I smashed my mouth against some average looking girl who was standing near me but it just wasn’t the same. It got to the point where I really wante...d to just punch them all in the face, I couldn’t take it anymore. I went up to Luella and said, ‘We really need to talk’. I turned around and started up the stairs, knowing she would follow after me. When we reached the bedroom on the first floor, I let her enter, then slammed the door behind me. ‘What the FUCK are you doing Luella? You slut?. Gene had made this man a complete mess, and he surrendered completely to whatever Gene asked. I almost felt sorry for that bastard until I overheard my boss assure his sister the fuck had been taken care of. I wasn’t sure what he meant but I knew it must have been a good story, obviously worth humiliating the poor man. I had forgotten all anger and resentment over my boyfriend and his father’s destruction. I strode proudly up the office stairs and it didn’t even phase me when Frank cornered me. He was always there to guide me down the right road.The knowledge I have about motor vehicles today is from Barry. In the workshop we had Maggie, that is what we called her. It was a Rover P 3500S, the car the police used in the late 70’s early 80’s in the UK. It was a two-tone armour plated vehicle with a V8 engine. In her era as Prime Minister, Margaret Thatcher spent a lot of her time in the back seat of one of these Rovers.Together we stripped Maggie to the chassis. Explaining to me how. It’s just my view, knowing her and knowing you. I’m not going to get involved unless you want me to. I’m just trying to help two friends who are both very special to me.”I felt bad after all Kat had done. She had let me come and stay, which avoided me having to explain what was going on between Maggie and me with anyone else.“I’m sorry, I don’t want to get you more involved than you already are. Maggie and I need to meet. Maybe now is the right time, if it’s not too late. Let her know I’ll.