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This is a follow on to the Failed attempt to stop it all series. I received many requests to continue that story and I have wanted to put this into writing for a long time. If you haven't read the series, then you need to, to understand the situation, how it had occurred and where the situations came from. Reading this alone you won't have any of Richie's history and the story won't make sense. This is of course the first chapter of this follow-on story and there are other chapters to follow. I hope you like it and welcome emails, thoughts and comments as always I didn't want to face her, I was disgusted with myself, struggling to put out of my mind, how he had fucked me, made me beg him for more and made me cum again and again. I felt so humiliated now, my body hurt, my breasts, yes, I seemed to have breasts, ached. My clit was throbbing and my boi pussy sore. He'd dressed me like a complete slut when he'd finally finished with me. He released me and sent me off like a frightened rabbit, in the dark through the noise and bright lights of the evenings fairground. I limped home as quickly as I could, trying to avoid people until I'd stood outside the door. I stood for five minutes, my heart pounding terrified of what I would face before I'd plucked up the courage to open it. Of course, there she was, almost as if she was waiting for me. She looked aggressive to start as if she didn't recognise me, but then that scornful face as she almost laughed, her bathrobe falling open revealing her breasts, love bites over them, much like the ones on my neck. I'd never seen her looking so sexy, yet so aloof too, I knew she had had an afternoon of sex like she had never had before, I'd seen some of it on the web cam. She sneered at me, as if I was not worth her time talking to, then she mentioned something about tea and swaggered off with her cup, her bathrobe still open, into the lounge. I couldn't face the tea, I went up to my room and stripped, my aches and pains slowing me as I removed each slutty piece of clothing. I limped into the bathroom and after a slight hesitation I stepped into the shower, the water, hot, blissfully soothing, cleansing, washing away my disgust. I inspected my breasts now they were bare, they were very noticeable now, they seemed so much larger, they were actual boobs, they looked and felt like a real woman's breasts, my hands soapy sliding over them, my nipples craving my touch had me almost swooning. Whimpering, I forced myself to stop, where was this all leading, he had talked of enslavement, talked about making me into a prostitute, earning him money. The thought was stupidly turning me on, yet I was terrified, I couldn't, mustn't, I had to stop this, had to break it to get away, somehow regain my masculinity. Hurrying with a new resolve, I patted my aching body dry, trying to ignore my begging erect nipples, the baby doll and panties were on the bed where I had left them and I dressed in them almost unthinking, my mind only full of what I was practicing saying to my wife. I headed down the stairs and foolishly in visible effeminacy I walked into the lounge. She was lying on the sofa, her legs apart, her fingers over herself as she looked at her laptop. She looked up at me annoyed and unmoving. "What do you want you fucking gay sissy, cant a girl get some privacy." I stopped, blushing deeply, taken aback, hesitating before I plucked up the courage again and started. "I, I can't go on like this love, I can't do it, we've got to stop it, we have to get away from him, he is going to destroy our lives." She jumped up from the sofa in sudden aggression. "So, you fucking gay sissy, it was alright for you to play around and have fun with a man, but as soon as I start to have a bit of fun, this is what you come out with. Well I can tell you now you'd better accept it, just as I had to. After all, it was you that gave yourself to him, let him feminise you, it's nobody's fault but yours. But now it's my turn I am going to have my fun." She paused a second then smiled sneeringly. "Today I had the best sex I have ever had in my life and I'm not about to give it up because a gay little whimp like you suddenly wants to chicken out. Accept what you are, you gay sissy girl and don't think you'll ever touch me again, I want real men. Now fuck off to bed sissy, leave to me chat to a real man and don't you fucking dare suggest that again." Her face was bright red in anger, testing me to see if I'd do what she told me and near tears unable to argue with her, I turned and left, heading for the sanctuary of my little bedroom. I didn't think I'd sleep that night I was so sore, worried and upset but the horrors of the day had exhausted me and I couldn't keep my eyes open. I awoke late the next morning and I lay there thinking and fretting, I couldn't do this I couldn't let him do what he threatened. It was then that I put my plan together, I had to run away, I had to escape before he had me fully under his control. I had been left a house in the wilds of Wales, it had been my grandmothers and in the absence of my mother she had no one else to leave it to. She had died about six months ago and I had been meaning to go and sort it out, perhaps sell it, but all the happenings with that evil fucking Master and the demands of my wife had delayed and prevented me. Now was my chance, perhaps my only chance to get away and hide there. I tiptoed around for a few minutes only to realise that she wasn't there, she must have gone out somewhere early. I found a couple of cases then hurriedly began searching for my clothes to pack in them. It took my about five frantic minutes to realise that there were no male clothes in the house, none, not even my work clothes. She must have taken them away that morning, taken them to him to stop me running I thought. I pondered for a few minutes then with a sudden resolve, began to fill the cases with all the female clothes I had been given by him, together with the clothes she had passed on to me and rummaging through her wardrobe, even a couple of her things. I added the makeup, the pills and the lotions that I'd had from him and from the salon, I didn't really know why, it just seemed right to clear out all my own personal things so that there was no trace left of me. The last challenge was to dress. I knew that I would have to set off and drive to Wales dressed as a woman, but I had no alternative. All the clothing that I had was slutty and revealing, but I thought a coat would help to hide me at least a little. Wearing the panties and bra I'd started with the day before, I put on a pair of her tan tights, then a white blouse, trying to convince myself it looked like a shirt and a red flared skirt that just about came to mid-thigh. I combed my hair and used her makeup, in my mind to disguise myself. in the mirror I looked like a girl, it made my clit stupidly tingle. I shook myself, concentrate, hurry. I put on a pair of trainers and the black mac that came down to my knees, it would hide me even though the sun was hot and shining brightly. I loaded my car with the cases, I had my bank cards and bank book and the key to the house in Wales. Getting in, with trembling fingers and fear in my heart, I started the car, backed out of the drive and headed up the narrow country lane away from the village driving as fast as I dared. It took me an hour to get onto the motorway, but I still couldn't relax, the thought of being discovered or worse still being followed by him, made my nerves jangle. I kept looking in my mirror and then at my fuel gauge hoping against hope I had enough for my journey. I finally got into the foothills of the Welsh mountains and it was obvious that I had to stop to refuel but there didn't seem to be anywhere about. I drove and drove, my eyes on the fuel gauge, driving slower and slower to preserve the little fuel I had left until I came across a place just outside a remote village not too far from my destination. It was a scruffy looking place with paint peeling, I could see some old faded posters through the dirty windows, but it was one of those places that seemed to sell everything from petrol to groceries and even some clothing, I was hopeful! I wrapped my mac tightly about me and filled up before going into the shop. It was a chance to buy some groceries and everyday essentials. There were no other customers so I filled up my trolley before making my way to the rather dismal looking rack of clothes at the back of the store. I Looked around me to see if I was being seen then began rummaging through the men's clothes. Getting more and more frustrated I looked and looked, but there only seemed to be a pile of farmers jeans and check shirts all in huge sizes. In my frustration I even started to look at the women's section of the rail, surely there had to be trousers and a shirt to fit me somewhere, but here too there were only big sizes and no trousers at all, just rather baggy dresses. A sudden voice beside me made me jump. "Can I help you love." She was a mature plump lady, she had hairs on her chin and looked decidedly sleazy, her voice a mixture of a whine and a sneer. "I I was looking for some clothes" I said rather lamely. "There isn't nothin there to suit you sweet." I felt let down, disappointed. "Haven't you got something smaller size in your stockroom?" I tried not to appear to be pleading. "Hmmm." She looked me up and down smiling and for the first time I realised my coat belt had come undone, my coat was open revealing my slutty clothing. "I might just have something from last year's stock in the back to fit a little bitty thing like you sweet." I looked at her hopefully. "I'll go and have a look, go on up to the till and If I got something I'll bring it there." She arrived at the till five minutes later, she was carrying a big plastic bag full of clothes. "These would fit you sweet, but I've packed them up into a job lot I was going to sell on ebay. If you was to buy them now, I'd knock the price down to save me the trouble." I looked at the bag, I was suddenly feeling sceptical. "Are there any trousers in there?" I mumbled. "Yes surely, sweet, it's a bag of things would fit a little thing like you perfectly lovely." I wasn't sure. "How much?" I asked. "I was going to put it on ebay for sixty pound, but you can have it for forty five." She paused. "There's a pile of things in there, all sorts and all ideal size for a little girl like you." I blushed, suddenly feeling I had to get out of there as quickly as I could and ruefully nodded my agreement. I paid by card and was glad to head back to the car with all the things I'd bought, though she insisted on carrying the big bag of clothing. She looked fat and sweaty as she walked beside me, her hairy chin more noticeable as she prattled questioning me on where I was heading. I tried to avoid her questions with one-word answers and stopped by the car to open the boot. She easily swung the bag into the boot for me, perhaps she wasn't as fat as I had assumed, there was obvious muscle there. I thanked her with a mumble. "You look hot in that coat sweet, you better take it off now or you'll boil, specially drivin the car like that." My heart was pounding, the submissive reaction that he had programmed into my head, was beating me causing my stupid clit to start tingling again and I stupidly did as she had said, taking it off. Trying to avoid eye contact, I opened the back door of the car and bent to put it in on the rear seat. Her heavy pat on my bum made me stiffen in shock and surprise, Her voice a crude whisper in my ear. "There now that's much better isn't it sweet, your type of girl shouldn't hide her pretty little skirt and her lovely smooth legs from me should she?" Her hand hadn't lifted from my bottom and I found myself quivering at her touch. "Now I want you to remember, you have to come back to see me while you're here, you come an stay with me sweet. I know you'd love to, wouldn't you? An I'd love to ave you." She left the words in the air almost as a threat, then She stood back a little allowing me to wriggle past her, her hand dragging across my bottom as I did so and blushing profusely I hurriedly got into the car. "I'm sure you'll love your new clothes sweet, I want you to come back to model em for me, you'll ave to now, won't you?" I half nodded to her, I don't know why, the thought repulsed me, yet my stupid tummy was turning somersaults too. She waved as I drove off, my eyes on her in the mirror as I went, I felt so humiliated, she was horrible yet I couldn't understand why I was so turned on. It seemed like I had only just left her when I surprised myself by finding suddenly, a mere few minutes later that I was on the narrow road along the hillside where the turning down to the lane to Grandma's house was. After less than a mile I had reached the turning, it was a gravel track which led down to a farm and then on to the house in the valley. There was a farm gate and it was closed. I stopped, leaving the engine running and got out cautiously, the embarrassingly short skirt flicking up in the hot gentle summer breeze. It was humiliating, yet titillating me, of course there was no one about, this was desolate country and in a way, I could understand my Gran liking the solitude. It was so quiet I could hear the sheep on the mountains and the odd low of a cow in the distance, but today the silence unnerved me. I hurriedly opened the gate and drove through stopping to close it after me. I took my time driving down the lane, it was longer than I remembered, I only hoped I wouldn't see the farmer and have to explain my presence there. Eventually I emerged into the farmyard, it seemed quiet and I continued through it to the lane going on at its far side. Here there was another five-bar farm gate across the track and again, to my dismay, it was shut. I stopped, my heart pounding as I looked around, preparing myself for the hurried scurry to open it when a raised voice just behind me, made me jump. "Can I help you, this is private land you know." It was a gruff coarse voice and its owner quickly appeared beside the car, coming right up to my open window, looking in at me. "A, ah, umm, Mister Hughes." I recognised the old farmer, he'd aged but I still recognised him. He looked at me more carefully. "Do I know you?" I panicked a little, of course he didn't know me the way I was dressed and because of what the Master had done to me. I stuttered a second as I thought. "Umm I, I'm Richie's cousin, he asked me to come down and check through Mrs James' house for him, he said I, umm, I could stay there for a while as long as I tidied it up a bit." I tried to smile even though I felt like crying. He looked at me suspiciously. "What's your name girl?" The name popped straight into my head, it had been drummed into me so much over the past months and I said it before I even thought. "Leanne sir." I don't know why I said sir, force of habit I suppose, but it drew a sleazy grin from him and he actually leaned his elbows on the open window of my car, his head half in, making me wriggle embarrassingly as he obviously looked me up and down. "Do you know which way to go darlin?" His teeth looked blackened and crooked and I could smell his odour as he seemed to lean ever closer. "Y, Yes sir," I stuttered nodding, I could feel my face getting hot and flushed as he continued to leer at me. "I'll open the gate for ya then Leanne." He spoke my name as if he was feeling it for size, then he stood back and ambled across to the gate, opening it for me. I started the car again and drove slowly past him along the rough rutted track. "Drive real slowly darlin or ya'll break that little car o'yourn." He called as I went and that's what I did, forcing myself to take my time over the rocky bumps as I slowly dropped down to the house which was almost half a mile down towards the lake in the bottom of the valley. The house is accessed through yet another closed gate, from the lane this time and this leads into a yard area with the house in front of you and an old barn which is used as a garage to the right. I pulled the car up to the gate and got out. The gate was held shut by a spring mechanism, pulling back on a lever pulls a bar out of the gate post and unlocks the gate. I grabbed the lever, it seemed higher up than I remembered and I pulled on it. It didn't move. I tried to grip it with both hands to pull, but it only moved an inch. Frustrated and near tears again, I rattled the gate and rattled the lever. In the distance I heard an engine, it had a deep agricultural roar to it and it seemed to be growing nearer. Foolishly I was pushing back against the gate in fear at its approach and then the big blue tractor appeared just behind my car, it looked huge. He stopped and got down to the floor smiling lewdly as he came across to me. "I thought you'd ave some trouble darlin." He brushed past me and easily pulled the lever back almost sending me sprawling as the gate swung open. He grabbed my arm to steady me, his grip like a steel claw. "You got the key Leanne?" I think he half expected me to say no. "Y, Yes in, in the car sir." I felt weak, stupid and hugely nervous, did this big rough farmer know that I was really a man. "Give it ere then Leanne, then drive your little car in the yard outa the way." He followed me to the car, I could almost feel his eyes on my legs as I tried to get in without showing too much, then I reached over and picked the house keys up off the passenger seat. As I turned back to him, he had his huge calloused hand out almost touching my insane quivering breasts, I tried to push back against the seat to avoid it and handed them to him. He gave a coarse laugh and shut my car door as he headed off towards the front door of the house and by the time I had driven into the yard and parked in front of the barn, he had the front door open. It was dark and shadowy inside and some cobwebs hung in the hallway, but apart from that you would almost have believed that my Gran would be there to greet me with her sneering smile. I pulled myself together, walking past him, along the hallway to the cupboard under the stairs where I knew the electricity main switches were. It was he that had informed me that he had switched them off there, but I didn't think of that as I opened the cupboard door, reaching into the semi-darkness to the fuse box and the main switch. In a moment we were bathed in light and I turned back to him to thank him for his help. He looked at me curiously, I could see him staring at me and I suddenly realised what I had done. I opened my mouth to tell him that Richie had told me, but he interrupted me. He had a walkie talkie in his hand, "I'm callin my boy to come an elp you." He paused still looking closely at me. "Leanne." He spoke my name thoughtfully. "I'll get im to light the Aga an the fire in the front room to air tha house an he will elp you get your stuff in from tha car." I shook my head. "N, No its, its all right Mister Hughes, I, I can manage.." He interrupted me speaking slowly and firmly. "He's goin to elp you, Leanne, no arguin." I looked at him aghast my mouth open as he began to speak on the walkie talkie, a young voice answering him. "Were are ya George?" the voice said he'd finished moving sheep and was in the bottom field. "Get on over to old Ma James' house, we got a visiter an I wan ya to help er. There was no reply for a second then the voice said he was coming now Pa. He turned to me. "George will be ere in a minute, he knows were evrythin is, he used to do odd jobs for your....Granny." I didn't know what to say, I didn't know how to get out of it, all I wanted was time on my own to clean myself up, change and try to regain my male identity. Seconds later a quad bike roared into the yard and a lanky spotted youngster swaggered up the steps into the house. "Oright Pa?" he spoke to his father, but his eyes were glued to me, it made me feel insecure and I felt myself blushing a hot red in my cheeks as he stared at me. "This girl ere is Leanne, she's gonna be stayin ere a while, I wan you to get the Aga goin and light the fire in the livin room for er. Then ya can elp er get er things in from the car. You make sure you looks after er boy, its not often we get visiters down ere, so look after er good." George stood in front of his father as he lectured him, glancing across at me with a smirky grin as his father told him what to do. "Don't worry Pa, I'll look after er." His voice didn't relate to his size and I realised that he was probably only about fifteen. He looked quite excited and it made me feel even more embarrassed and unsettled, things just weren't going my way. Mister Hughes left then, I heard his tractor growl back up the hill and there I was alone with George who was looking at me in a very disturbing way. "Oright darlin," he said, "I'll look after ya." I didn't know what to say, every part of me felt embarrassed, to be standing here dressed like this in front of a young lad and spoken to in that way by him too. I suppose that the conditioning from my hated Master had affected me more than I could ever have imagined. "Why don you go an make me a nice cuppa tea darlin an ill fix the fires for ya." Stupidly I saw this as a way to get away from him and I trotted off to put the kettle on, little did I think that I was acting like a submissive little girl. It didn't take him long to get the Aga and the fire lit, he'd brought in my boxes of provisions first so that I could make his tea and while he was waiting for the central heating to come on he quickly brought all my things in from the car and took them upstairs to Gran's big old bedroom. I kept out of his way, using my time to put my groceries in the kitchen cupboards until I realised that he was behind me. I turned feeling his eyes boring into me. He was smirking, obviously looking me up and down before he began speaking. "I got the heatin on, but the tank upstairs in't getting ot. I don know why, praps Pa knows." I looked at him a second, trying to pull myself together and to focus on his words, then I remembered. "I, I think I know George, there's a tap in the back of the airing cupboard I'm sure I have to turn it on." He shrugged and I walked past him into the hall and up the stairs to the landing. There towards one end of the landing were the airing cupboard doors and I opened the lower ones. The tank was in the middle of the lower cupboard and there were plastic bags of clothing packed in on the floor around it. He had silently followed me up the stairs and stood behind me watching. "I, I think that the tap is at the back behind the tank." I was talking out loud to myself. "Go on then av a look," he encouraged, his face stupidly gleaming. I leaned forward further into the airing cupboard on the left side of the tank, I couldn't see anything. I leaned in further still, my hand on the bags of clothes. Deep around the back of the tank I could just about see the tap. Gently I wriggled myself on top of the plastic bags, my feet almost leaving the ground as my head and shoulders went down over behind them further into the back of the cupboard. I was so concentrating on reaching the tap I hadn't thought what I looked like, hadn't thought that my skirt had ridden up and that a fifteen year old farm boy was looking at my panty clad bum. I reached forward, my fingers barely touching the tap, I wriggled on a few inches further still, my bum in the air, my shoulders down behind the pile of plastic bags of clothing until I finally grasped the tap. I never considered how id get myself back out from this position. I tried turning the tap, it had indeed been turned off, it was stiff, I used all my weakened strength and it moved a bit at a time. Then I felt his hands each side of me. "Can you see it darlin?" His voice was low, husky even. I froze "George." I began before I felt his full weight on top of me. In second his hands were over my breasts as he slid on top of me, his thighs against mine and I could feel his hardness against my bum. "Noo George," I squeaked, "stop it." Then my face was pushed into the bag below me stifling my cries. I tried to struggle to wriggle away, but I was in a position where I couldn't move and anyway he was far too strong for me. He began to dry hump me through my panties and tights, grunting as he rubbed himself against me, his hands holding my breasts as he did so. I tried to shout to tell him to stop, but I could hardly breath, the plastic bag against my face. He slid his right hand down and began to start to pull my panties and tights down. "Come on you fucking bitch, come on, im gonna fuck you, fuck you good bitch." My bum was bare, I could feel his rough hands against me, then his cock was touching me, hot and scarily hard and all I could think of was god I'm going to be raped by a kid. Suddenly in the distance I heard a voice and he stiffened, quickly stopping. In seconds his weight was off me and I could move again, breath, hear. I heard the voice properly, it was Mister Hughes. "George? Where are ya? Wot you two doin up there?" George had zipped himself up and nonchalantly went to the top of the stairs to look down at his father. "Nothin Pa, just lookin for a tap in the airing cupboard thas all." I wriggled myself back out of the airing cupboard and pulled my panties and tights back up as quickly as I could, my heart in my throat. "Where's the girl boy? Where's Leanne?" George was making his way down the stairs to his father in the hallway. "She's upstairs turnin some tap on in the cupboard Pa, I was elpin er." I took a deep breath and closed the airing cupboard doors, my legs felt like jelly. "I'm here Mister Hughes, I had to turn the hot water tank on." My voice sounded small and quivery in my head. He looked up at me smiling, that leering smile of his, it made me want to check my skirt was back straight, pull the hem down further, I wished I was wearing trousers. "Ahh there ya are girl, just tellin you, your comin up for supper this evenin." I felt myself paling, was there no escape from these bloody perverts, Christ I should never have come here and to think that I thought I was escaping, I really hadn't thought this out at all. "It, it's alright Mister Hughes, I'll make myself a sandwich, I've got so much to do here." I strove for the excuse. "I told ya girl, no arguin, you're comin to supper an that's final. It'll be ready in an hour, George will give ya a lift up on the quad." He turned away as he finished, the conversation was over and I found myself trying to look for excuses at an empty space. George was left there alone in the hallway, looking at me smiling almost gleefully. "You don argue wiv Pa, you does as he says." And he laughed. "We got some unfinished business hant we bitch?" the look on this kid's face made me shudder. I tried to stand up to my highest. "No, none of that George, let's just forget what happened, I don't want to have to speak to your Dad, do you? Now I have to do hot water bottles to air the bed, finish putting things away in the kitchen and then put the car in the garage." He shrugged. "Ok, darlin, we got plenty time to ave fun agin, hant we." And he rubbed himself crudely, through his jeans. He stuck to me like glue, finding the hot water bottles as I boiled the kettle and in some weird crazy way we carried on almost as if nothing had happened, though I felt constantly on edge when he was near me. I was constantly looking for an opportunity to go upstairs to change but he didn't give me the chance and there was no way I was going to risk going up again with him behind me. After doing the things in the house, I went out to the yard with him still following me, a small bundle of keys in my hand to open the double door to the barn. I found the right one after a few tries, but the padlock was so stiff I was struggling to turn the key. "Give it ere babe." He pushed me aside, I couldn't believe a kid like him had so much strength and in a few seconds of wristwork he had the lock free and was pulling the doors open. "There ya are." I quickly got into my car and drove it inside, Gran's old Landrover was in the middle in front of me, a pile of old furniture at the far end and a stack of hay bales to the right. There was just enough room to get my little car in, in front of the Landrover. I got out carefully trying to retain some sort of dignity, he was closing the doors again as I went through them. "We gotta go, Pa, bin callin, we gotta get a move on." He did indeed seem to be in a hurry, he was obviously afraid of getting his father cross. "I, I've got to change George." I wanted to see if I could find some trousers in the bag I'd bought from the shop, I'd had enough of wearing a short skirt in front of the two of them. "Nah, no time girl, Pa wants us there now, cmon." He was heading quickly across to the quad bike as he spoke. Reluctantly I followed him, I looked at the machine, how the hell was I going to sit on that without showing the world the panties I was wearing. Nervously I went to try and sit side saddle on it. He laughed. "Don't be fuckin stupid girl, git on the fuckin bike or ya'll fall off." Nervously and highly embarrassed at having to do such a humiliating thing in front of this kid, I slid my leg over the saddle and pulling my skirt down between my legs, sat down. He was all eyes, there was nothing that he would miss seeing me struggle into place. Then he was there, jumping on the saddle in front of me, showing off, he had the quad roaring. "Hold on tight babe." He shouted to me above the revving engine and even though I didn't want to, I found myself clutching him around the waist to try and stay on the bouncing machine as he raced away. By the time we got to the farmyard my poor little boi clit was buzzing madly from the constant vibrating bumps as we had rushed up the rough track. My legs were trembling, my stomach knotted and I hardly knew what to do with myself. He pulled up with a lurch in front of the farmhouse, his father standing watching for us at the open door. "There ya are at last, ya, supper is all ready." George hoped off the bike with a youthful athletic spring and I suddenly realised that both of them were now standing watching me as I tried to extricate myself. I tried my best to be nonchalant and not show too much, but it wasn't something I was used to doing and a half glance saw Mister Hughes leering at me, his eyes focussed on my legs. Supper was a quiet affair, Mister Hughes spent much of the time questioning George about the sheep and telling him about the cows and the milk yield that day. It seemed that they only had about twenty or thirty cows and most of the milk went to a specialist local cheese maker. From what I understood they had a few ponies too, Welsh Cobbs that they bred and sold on. When we had finished eating, I was looking for the earliest excuse to go back to my house, but suddenly Mister Hughes and George were looking at me. "Its tha woman's job to wash tha dishes in this house Leanne." And he nodded to the kitchen sink. "I put a apron out for ya, George will get the bike round and take ya home when yor done." I looked at both of them a little surprised by what he had said, then got up and put the apron on. It was a full apron, a funnily pink and white floral thing with a lace frill around the edges. He must have thought about it a second. "It was tha wife's she left some of er stuff behind when she left us." I got going with the washing up, the sooner done the sooner I could go. George headed out of the back door and left me alone with Mister Hughes. "I ad a phone call this afternoon." I nodded, continuing to wash the dishes as quickly as I could. "It was from Richie's wife." A chill went through me and I paused. "She wanted to know if I'd seen im." He paused for my response. I just stood there frozen to the spot a terrible feeling growing in my stomach "I told er I adn't, so she ast me if I'd seen anyone at Old Ma James's house, she sounded a real bossy bitch." I turned towards him my hands still dripping, I felt that everything was going to crash down around me. "What did you tell her?" My voice wasn't much more than a whisper. "I tol er I adnt." He paused looking at me, I almost collapsed. "Thank you." The words slipped out before I could think. He smiled, that greasy smile of his then he continued. "She give me er number, tol me to ring er if Richie or anybody else turned up." He left me with that thought and then he turned and walked away out of the kitchen door to shout to George to get the quad around ready. My mind was in a whirl as I finished the dishes, I have no recollection of wiping my hands and taking the apron off, the next I knew I was standing beside him as George got off the dreaded quad bike in front of us. "I'll send George down with some bacon, fresh eggs an bread in the morning, an I'll be down to see ya for me breakfast after milkin." He paused again waiting my reaction. I tried to suppress the silent grimace, hell, what did I have to do to get some privacy and now he was taking the liberty of expecting me to be his cook. "George, make sure you takes Leanne back ome safe an sound, we don't want er feelin she's alone an scared." He watched me as I reluctantly sat astride the bike again, his eyes gleaming as he did so. George showing off his masculinity jumped on in front of me. "Hold tight Leanne." And away we roared to another vibrating, clit numbing journey back to my house. When we got there, George drove into the yard with a flourish, jumping off as he did so, ready to eyeball my trembling dismount. He had the front door open ready before I got there, but I sidled past him quickly, avoiding his groping hand. For once I'd caught him out and was closing the door before he could enter. "Goodnight George, I'm very tired I need to go to bed." He was surprised and tried pushing the door, but I'd managed to get the chain on, something I'd never understood why Gran had had it fitted, but god I was glad of it now. "Hey, we got unfinished business." He was rattling the door. "Goodnight George, say goodnight to your dad for me." At the sound of his father's name he stood back and I finally managed to close the door and drop the catch saying goodnight again through it before rushing to make sure that the backdoor too was locked. I was half dead going to bed, I felt exhausted and emotional, my head spinning with everything that had happened. For some reason I put on the babydoll nightie that I'd worn at home, I don't know why, I really don't, but when I snuggled into bed into the warmth from the hot water bottles, all my energy dissipated and as darkness closed around me, I slept the sleep of exhaustion.