Stealing Time – What the hell happened?

The night was humid and both felt that a leaden pall had come down of the Thames as it had in their stomachs. A hell of a lot was riding on their performance tonight,

As they scurried along, Brock wondered out loud, “I hope we have picked the right place…” Arlain was the better of him for she reassured, “I sussed the RV out a few days ago and nearly got propositioned in the process.”

Secretly amused, he replied, “I’m not surprised”.

His companion turned and gave him a hard stare; he knew he stepped over an invisible line.

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