A mile down the road, Gina was so turned on that she had no choice other than to comply with her husband’s orders. ‘We’re only a short distance from home. I’m not doing anything in the car in case the kids wake up,’ she said maternally.

‘Turn the engine off, lock the doors, and you see that tree over there? I’m gonna fuck your brains out against it.’

‘We can’t leave the kids in the car on their own,’ Gina said anxiously.

‘We’re only ten yards away from ’em, babe and they’re soundo.’

About to argue, Gina smiled as Ed unleashed his rock-hard manhood from his trousers. ‘Come on, then, let’s be quick though.’

On the journey back from Southend, Stuart did his best to cheer Frankie up by chatting away endlessly and telling silly jokes. As she laughed at his latest quip, he glanced at her and could see that her laughter wasn’t quite reaching her eyes.

‘We’re nearly home now. Shall I come in for a nightcap or not?’ he asked her hopefully.

‘Not tonight, eh? That fairground’s worn me out,’ Frankie replied, falsely yawning.

Stuart drove the last few minutes of the journey in silence and only spoke again when he spotted a car parked outside Frankie’s drive, blocking it. ‘Who the fucking hell’s this piss-taking bastard?’ he mumbled in annoyance.

Frankie stared at the black Golf and gasped as she recognised the girl that got out of it.

‘What’s a matter? Do you know her or something?’ Stuart asked, concerned.

‘She’s a pikey. I was inside with her. What the fuck does she want? Why has she turned up here?’

‘Stay in the car, I’ll sort it,’ Stuart said gruffly.

‘Please get rid of her. I hate her,’ Frankie begged him.

‘What do you want?’ Stuart asked, as he slammed the door of his BMW. The girl had long brown hair and looked as rough as old boots, so he could understand why Frankie didn’t like her very much.

‘I need to speak to Frankie. It’s really important,’ the girl replied in a strange kind of accent.

‘You talk to me, then,’ Stuart said angrily.

The girl ignored Stuart, ducked past him and ran over to the car.

Frankie was frightened now and quickly locked her door. She’d always thought that Katie was one of Jed’s spies and wondered if Jed had sent her to snatch Brett. ‘Go away, leave me alone!’ she screamed tearfully.

‘Please listen to me, Frankie. I’m trying to help you,’ Katie pleaded with her.

‘Right, that’s enough, get in your car and fuck off,’ Stuart warned, grabbing Katie by the shoulders.

‘Frankie, I know where Georige and Harry are,’ Katie screamed as she was dragged away.

‘Get in the car and lock the doors, Stuart. I’ll speak to her,’ Frankie shouted out.