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Gina She screamed but they didn't stop. The one behind her, the one who'd been wearing the Prince Charles rubber mask, wrapped his arms tighter around her chest, pinning her arms to her side. "Make as much noise as you like, little lady, no-one will hear you!" he said, in a pleasant educated accent, and laughed. The one in front of her was laughing too, as he tugged at the waist band of her tweed skirt with enough force to rip out the fastener. "She's no lady," he chortled, his...