Chapter 118: The Virgin And The Masters, Part 29, The Escape

MICHAEL

We sit, parked up by a diner, James with his eyes fixed on his laptop screen. I stare into space. He glances up at me.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What do you imagine?"

"Well, of course, Charlotte. Something specific?"

I stare up into the car roof for a moment, caught between embarrassment, the knowledge that Richard is seated right behind us, and the need to unload some stress.

"I was thinking about that noise she makes. You know the one, when she´s good and aroused, getting close to coming, sort of a cross between a moan and a wail..."

His face twitches and he looks away. "Yeah... it´s a good sound isn´t it..."

"Shall we move on? See if a different area gives us a signal?"

"Yes, I think so."

BETH

I can´t believe it, but we have left our pursuers behind us under the trees. We are in the parking lot of a diner, closed now for the night, but just off the main highway. The forest closes behind us, but ahead, dissolves away to more open ground. In the nig