I was drinking coffee, the girls were on their second bottle of wine, getting loose and giggly. Beth's husband Frank was on a futon mattress upon the ...folded rear seats, sleeping on and off, rising to join in conversation now and then.It was June, the season of weddings and reunions, family get togethers. Beth and Joan found each other again on facebook. They were like reunited sisters, best friends forever, together again. They acted like preteens at a slumber party, whispering, giggling,. She went upstairsand got in the shower while I threw her clothes in the trash and called Mellissa.If you don't remember, Mellissa is Ashley's friend who told me about Ashley'srape fantasy and ditched me at a party for her angry oaf boyfriend. ?Hello?? She answered. ?Mellissa.? ?Lance? You're talking to me again?? ?Looks like it. How's your angry oaf boyfriend who can't fuck you as goodas I can?? ?At first he was mad at me when he found out I'd fucked you. Then he realizedhe didn't have any. .. Dennis begins his introduction, loud and proud in that rough Cockney rattle, “Ello, welcome to another edition of the ‘United Kingdom of Zoo’ ... I’m Dennis Baxter, and this is Casanova ... And this week, we’re in Slough to meet a young lady who can’t say ‘no’ ... Well – she’s not allowed to...”We turn through 180 degrees and see an almost naked (nothing more than black panties), skinny, small breasted woman in her early 20s, her hands tied behind her back, standing up against the wooden. There was a group of three men some distance behind us as we went along.“Friends of yours?” I asked pointing to them.“My father promised no harm would come to you. He didn’t say that he wouldn’t protect us if he could. Protecting me protects you also.”“Call them up here. We are headed to the farm anyway; no reason to keep looking over my shoulder.”The three of them came riding up after Jimmy called to them. I didn’t have anything to say to them and they didn’t say anything to me. Obviously.