"This is pretty nice, bagsy the front bedroom" she called.
"I'm afraid you and Alice will need to share!" Gerry called out.
'Not too much of a problem' thought Lorraine.
After 30 minutes of unpacking and exploring, the girls slumped down in the living room.
"At least you look more comfortable in your casuals" Alice commented to Gerry and Pam.
"We are, it's a bit of a holiday for us, but we are on duty 24/7" Pam replied.
"We'll try to make you duties as pleasant as possible" chuckled Lorraine.
"Are we still in Norfolk?" Alice queried.
"No Suffolk, just on the outskirts of Newmarket" Gerry answered.
"Oh great, is there a race meet on" Alice asked naively.
"Even if there were, I doubt if Pam And Gerry would be too keen on us being somewhere that public," Lorraine answered.
"Correct!" added Pam with a grin.
"Oh, well at least the countryside's nice," said Alice gazing out of the French windows.
The rear garden and wood beyond were still just visible in the twilight.
"Coffee anyone?" asked Lorraine.
"Please," chorused three voices.
"Alice, can you help" Lorraine asked.
Lorraine and Alice sat at the kitchen table waiting for the kettle to come to the boil. Alice noticed that Lorraine was unusually quiet
"Are you OK?" she asked.
Lorraine said nothing but turned to face Alice, her eyes shimmered with an orange light. Alice nodded - she felt it too.
Back in the living room, Gerry nudged Pam in the ribs.
"I'm just going to pop outside for a ciggie, keep your eye on things, OK?"
"Sure" uttered Pam, in her best clipped anti-smoking voice.
Gerry walked out on to the porch and opened her pack of Superkings; she fished inside and retrieved a small square black plastic device. Gripping it firmly between finger and thumb she activated it, and slipped it under the 'Welcome' mat. Gerry smiled as she smoked in silence.
Ash sat in the drivers seat beside Simon; two sets of eyes were trained on the portable GPS between them. The screen of the device flicked and two lines swept across it face to form crosshairs. Simon zoomed the view in.
"Drive, follow my navigation" he barked at Ash.
The black Primera launched itself into the night at speed.
"It's not too far, our source was good! First left, straight on for 2 miles then right 500 yards, to target" Simon directed.
Minutes later the car silently passed the target house.
"Head up there," said Simon, pointing to a lane.
"We'll approach from the rear, outflank them" Simon laughed with gusto.
Ash grinned wickedly.
Silas stood on the slight ridge in the wood, his favoured spot. He swept his binoculars around in an arc; it was very quiet tonight - no sign of the badgers at all. Silas continued to scan for activity; his eyeglasses passed a bright window. Silas paused, and then refocused on the bright pane. What he saw warmed his loins, his long penis hardened - for the first time in 35 years, for the first time since 'that' night.
He watched the four naked women with fascination, he'd heard of such things - but to see it! Numb fingers pulled clumsily at his greasy fly, his large erection fell into his ready hand. The brunette, god she was superb, her head flung back in passion, as her partner plunged her face into the fleece between her thighs.
As Silas pumped his shaft with increasing vigour, the wide tip expanded. Now they formed a ring, all four of them, mouth to slit as they writhed on the living room carpet. Silas could take no more, gobs of semen cascaded from his twitching prick, adding to the stains already soiling his trousers.
It took him several minutes to recover; finally he raised his glasses to his eyes once more. The orgy was over, the brunette was very distressed - crying, and talking excitedly to the others. Then she did something that stopped Silas's heart, she pointed directly at him! Silas panicked, catching his shrinking member painfully in his fly as he hurriedly zipped it. 'No time to sort that, run!' Silas fled, Shep rushed after him enthusiastically.
Reaching a blighted tree Silas paused, and rested his weight against it puffing heavily. For a brief instant the wood lit up with a purple flash 'Christ a storm, that's all I need!' But then Silas smiled - 'it will hide my tracks, I'm in the clear.' Shep suddenly went berserk barking and growling at the sky.
"It's just a storm, nothing else" Silas laughed.
But Shep knew better, he dashed off to attack the intruders. As Silas watched in wonder, Shep disappeared into the darkness. There was a sudden squeal, Shep's barking stopped.
"Shep, Shep boy, you alright?" Silas called as he wandered after the wayward dog.
"Shep, is that you! What the FU..." Silas's voice cut off in a strangled cry.
His crumpled body fell heavily to the forest floor. Silas lay flat on his back gazing at the night sky with sightless eyes. His only friend sat pinning at his side. Shep would not judge him, others would. Others would gather at the church in the morning commenting on his state of attire and muttering 'Good riddance.' But then only Shep really knew Silas.