Well this was a stupid idea! Now all I have to do is wait at least in the truck I could talk to someone. He looked at his watch, 5 damn minutes left t...o wait. He walked over to a crate and had a seat crossing his arms across his chest. Leave it to the fucker to be late. Just then his phone rang. ‘Jared’ ‘I see that you have arrived – good I hate to be left waiting.’ ‘Where the fuck are you, you psycho fucker!’ ‘Patience Jared – how can you ever have been a good lover for Raven if you do not have. The only confusing thing was we were walking towards my uncle’s bedroom. I was too high to make a judgment of what was going to happen next. She made me lie down on the bed and turned on the AC in the room. Asked me if I wanted something. I said no and she replied,” hey, why don’t you make yourself free from those cloths and feel light. I know the drink is making you feel heavy and trust me this will make you feel better.” Even before I could say something she had her hands over my dress and. I think we ought to try it again too, but indoors next time maybe." Well my mum and dad go out on a Thursday night, why don't you both come round?" What about Jo, though, we don't want her telling tales on us as well." Oh, don't worry about her, we can shut her in her bedroom and go down in the basement to play. Are you up for it Jess?" Try keeping me away! It will give me a few days for the sore bum to heal."Chapter 2: Jessie Comes CleanPoor Jess. I felt guilty about my part in this. I was. One day my mother returned, late as ever, from her workplace and told me as we ate bread and stale cheese that she hoped she might have found salvation for us or at least for me. One of Mistress Carter’s customers needed an assistant to help with her household and was prepared to consider me for the position. I was required, therefore, to dress as best I could and report to that lady’s house on the morrow. It was a bright, cold Monday morning and the streets of London glistened with frost as I.