And once again, across from her, sat Miss Lang, her therapist. Christina Lang wore a casual outfit on this day, the second meeting with her client, M...lody Campbell. Behind the women, the skies were cloudy with a light drizzle splashing against the windows. The people below were rushing about significantly more frantically, most of them wielding umbrellas. “Well, like I said before, that first time was damn confusing. I was only a little girl and I sure as hell didn't know what was going on. I. A day spent being "sorted" in the local Post Office ... another day on the train, yet another day at the New York or Boston Post Office ... being sorted again, five to thirty-five days en route by water, a day in "receiving Southampton" or "receiving Liverpool," a day by train to London, a day or even two ... depending ... at the London PO ... a day in the International mail room. Reading by a flunky who may or may not decide to kick it upstairs, if it goes upstairs, the next reader might be. They had reached the halfway point between Earth and Hell, having finally left the realm of Cinereo. The fence of Hellfire continued to burn around the city, signaling that it was still being pulled down towards Hell, boring through reality itself like burning thermite. As the bottom of the shaft finally rose up over the tallest skyscrapers, a cloud of dim blue lights swirled over the city and then disappeared, replacing the shaft with a clear dark sky, fully severing New York from Earth like. I was admiring the view of the well-lighted pond and pretty gazebo beyond the terrace when I felt Mister Wheelers hands reach around to the front of my waist. He unfastened my belt and unzipped my jeans. I did not move or say anything. My jeans were pulled down with the undies being dragged down in the same motion. I felt age 50-something fingers feeling up my 27 year old slit and ass. My back was to him so he could not read my expression. I believe I had a subtle smile and was thinking that.