Just another stroll (part 2)
Oh the people we meet we don’t expect to ever see again. Nightmare of a young rape victim. Will it ever end for her. It was an imposing place. Surrounded on three sides by a high stone wall. The thick wooded forest bordering it’s other side and fenced off, though access via two large gates was available. The front entrance was through two large wrought iron gates. Bearing the St Cyrus school crest and via the gatehouse. Manned by a security officer 24 hrs a day. “Fucking fortress” I thought as I drove past for the umpteenth time. I was carefull to space out my drive pasts to certain times, and, on different days. I had a good idea of the routines of the pupils after a couple of weeks. Being a residential school, most …