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Hey Kitty,

Good to hear from you. It's okay, I don't want to be you either!

You got to watch the water – they curdle it! A bit like the way the witches were said to curdle milk inside the cows! Run it fast for a bit first. It comes out greasy and with bits if you don't – could make you ill.

I like the way you dealt with them – I wonder if the rest of the building was in on it!

I saw the young mid 20's blonde thing today, getting off at College Road, to see her Dad which made me wonder if he is at the old Vicar's place – where I was asked to look a few months ago... I remember her when she was younger. You know her I think. Nasty peice from the woman's groups – when I took off down the beach in Suffolk with a load of kids – not all mine. She'd be with a group of maybe 9 young men all hotly debating who had her first... and buying and selling her as a dog – and being so horrid to her, threatening to fist her if she didn't behave well.

I used to hurry the children past. I couldn't interfere – as she was old enough to choose for herself.

I didn't want the children to see it.

So there you go, one who won't be able to harrass you anymore. She's apparently married now, has children, with some horror from the local Merchants Hall.

She tried it on me, outside the building whilst I was asleep one evening, she had her husband inside having paid for his pleasure – so he could say he was sleeping with me – in an upstairs room in the hotel I was stopping in.

He was in bed with another man who he was hurting with his trousers off. Disgusting b...

She was shrieking out her orders, about her and her husband having it all from the water pipe, when I woke up. He said in a cold snake like way to the other man beside him in the bed, probably with his trousers off, "Sorry if I hurt you!" as casual as you please.

I knew the man to be old and frail. Even if he was in on it. Or being paid. So I sent upwards a sharp response, and then told that irratating young woman off. The whole group ran off, with her still mouthing off about gettinng it all. Does she think I'm a Getty?

I believe she might have been on about the land in the local town. The Merchants hall have been trying to move the town centre outwards... Did the families I was with once own it or did I? At one time the local Romanies used to call me Rossland... for my habbit of picking up bits of Norfolk.

Not that I have any of it now. That's a thought to ponder on. Possibly the families that took me in took it all.

Anyway the Water Pipe Poisener is probably her. Remember she's a dog! You'll never fear her again! She's also something to do with the absent Cockney Queen – our Pearl!

Best, Leggings.