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What he was looking for wasn’t so readily available; Claudia Hamilton couldn’t understand, why, if he wanted to take other pictures of her on a car, or maybe rape her again, he didn’t stop in one of the Caddies or Buicks parked on the side of the aisles, but she couldn’t complain. At last, he grinned, looking inside a faded green 1979 Dodge: he opened the creaking door and turned to the stocking-clad blonde beauty.
"That will be okay, baby.... you see?" Claudia Hamilton, squeezed by the weight of the sweaty Sean towards Roy, looked inside the hopelessly battered old car. It was a real mess: the driving seat cover had been torn by years of abuse, dirt and pieces of ripped cloth were everywhere, there really wasn’t a single part of the car that looked acceptable. Not knowing what she had to ‘see’, she simply remained silent.