BernieChapter 2
We drove for a few minutes, Neville really tanking it; I thought about grabbing the wheel, but decided at this speed I would end up killing as all. I looked back at Jackie, her mood was changing her face softened and she slumped back into the seat. Bernie was stroking her shoulder, very gently. Jackie didn't pull away. We sped on, through the night. "Well, here we are, Jacqueline," chirped Bernie, "nice name, I had a girlfriend called Jackie once, lovely girl, lovely big bum and tits...