"They're FUCKING great, aren't they, Marty? Not just great, but FUCKING great." Yeah, mom. Your tits are really fucking great. Your nipples... they're... so big too," Marty said, his eyes never leaving her chest and getting the hang of using the words he never thought he could, and would use with his mother present."Hmm hmm..." Stephanie hummed affirmatively. "My nipples are stiff because I like to see you staring at them. Knowing that my own son is looking at my fat fucking nipples is making them. Good for him. He'd be alone for several years and he deserved to find someone. He was a nice guy.Ginny was tired as we rode back to Hull in the Land Rover with Mr. Chevrier. In fact, she was almost falling asleep on my shoulder as we rolled along. She was holding my hand and seemed very content. I couldn't imagine the day going any better than it had. When we got to my house, we thanked our host for a great day. He asked us if we wanted to ride again tomorrow. Ginny said she was a bit sore but. "Richard and Sam,can you please collect the meals for this table. Just follow the otherpeople."A few minutes later Richard and Sam were back. I watched Sam walk tryingto get some sort of clue. I didn't have any. I decided to ask Richardtomorrow, as Sam might have opened up to Richard by then.The upset girl from year three was also one of the people that had goneto collect the meal. When she got to the table, she sat down and burstinto tears. One of the boys on the table helped put out the. I figured that if I could delay being found for long enough then the police would have time to respond to the 911 call. I was thinking that when the police came then everyone would be okay.Bec: As I passed the other entrance to the living room I heard one of the men say that he was going to tie up these two girls and put them into the back of the truck while the second man was to search for the other girl, meaning me.Mahler: What truck? There wasn’t any truck.Bec: There was so a truck. I was.