With that in mind, and considering the great length of Chapter 05, I have split the final chapter into two acts. Enjoy!’ –bluefox07′ *** THINGS ...ALL APART Monday, May 16th 2005 ‘Hello and good evening,’ Kate Hunt stood in front of her cameraman, Chip Baker, as rain poured down from the heavy, thick clouds above. She wore a yellow rain slicker and held her microphone close as lightning flashed overhead, startling her for a moment. A thunderclap followed shortly thereafter and shook the ground on. " he said as he waited for an opening so he could turn right. "When we get back, they'll be the perfect loyal, devoted employees for us." Us?" Sierra asked."Permit me a little favoritism, babe." he said, reaching over to caress her upper thigh. Sierra was still horny after her orgasm. Her legs opened to permit him access. His finger traced up and down her slit through her panties. "I've been curious how far you wanted to take our hypnotic exploration." he said while she made appreciative. What was I doing? This was sinful; Reverend Johnson would surely damn me to eternal hell for my conduct. And forget hell; while I was still alive, would I damn myself every waking, walking moment? I had never cheated on my husband; forget my failed attempt to seduce the Reverend. I had been in a rotten mood at the time. Artie had come home late and I didn't believe his excuses. Ernie, Ernie, we mustn't do this. I should pull his mouth off my nipple and jump out of bed. We would talk quietly; I. That, said Jeff to himself, is it. They had been married nine years. He was thirty-five. She thirty and still as physically beautiful, he thought, as the day they met. Dark brown hair, green eyes, A voluptuous mouth that for years had only seemed to sneer. A great body, long legs, firm breasts, not huge, but big enough. A body that she never gave willingly any more. For a while he wondered if she was having an affair, but concluded that she wasn’t. She just didn’t like.