<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Emily</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>In the saloon</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>Taking a call</strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Oh! Her phone had binged.  Emily looked at the screen: a message - from Chrissie!  What was that?  </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">‘Emily can I phone you please?’</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily messaged her number, and almost immediately the phone rang.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Hello Chrissie.” </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh, hello Emily, I hope you don’t mind me asking, so late, I’ve got a bit of a problem…I’ve been so stupid!”  Christ she sounded really upset,  “…I didn’t know who else to call…my dad wouldn’t understand and my friends wouldn’t know what to do and they’d just think I was such an idiot…”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Chrissie of course you can call me, anytime.  What’s the problem?”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Well, there’s this guy.  He seemed so nice, he wanted to be in one of my circles.  He kept asking and asking, I mean like ten times, so in the end I said yes.  And then he wanted to message me, and he was so keen, so I let him, and then…he changed.  He wants photos of me!”  There was a desperate-sounding pause.  “In a nightie!  He says if I don’t send him one, he’ll photoshop some of my photos in my album so I look nude!  And put my head on another girl so I look like a girl having sex!  And then he’ll put them up on sites, so everyone can see!  He says millions of people will see them in the first day!”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily heard Chrisse choke back a sob.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“And then he wanted my email, and said if I didn’t give it to him I’ll have to cam!  I don’t know what to do!”  Emily heard a huge gulp as Chrissie tried not to burst into tears.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“Oh Chrissie! Don’t worry.  Where are you?  I’ll come and get you and we’ll sort it out.  There’ll be ways; things we can do.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“I’m home.”  Emily knew where that was.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">“OK Chrissie I’ll come and pick you up.  Clear it with your dad, OK?  Sign off then don’t go online at all.  Bring your laptop and we’ll go back to my place and sort it all out.  OK?  Don’t worry.”</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Strictly speaking Emily could do whatever she could do perfectly well at Frank’s house.  But the temptation was too strong.  God, the urge to save Chrissie was incredible!  Save her, protect her, and then console her; in a way Emily certainly could NOT do in front of Chrissie's father…</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Emily ran up on deck.  Started the engines, hoisted the anchor, and set off for the marina.  Susan and her Brazilian piece could finish there perfectly well.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Not waiting for the engines to warm she opened the throttles wide and felt the boat lift up onto the plane.  700hp.   At 44 mph it wouldn’t be long before she was in the M3; and she wouldn’t be waiting for that to warm up either.</span><br/>