That night as both my wife and I were dressing up for our meetingI suggested to my wife that she might dress down. In otherwords, short skirt, halter ...op, garter belt with blackstockings, high heels and nothing underneath. She lookedme in the eye and knew right away what I was suggesting. Whenwe walked into the lounge all eyes were on my wife, he wasalready there and when he stood up to greet us it was hardto hide that wasn't all that was standing up. She slidin beside him and I on the other. It would have to remain a loose thread, until Shannon had time to pursue it further.The sun had fallen back behind the tops of the mixed canopy of trees, and shadows were lengthening across the arboretum grounds. Shannon wondered idly how the Greek societies had managed to arrange the arboretum gates be locked early, but with the kind of money available to these groups, it was a short contemplation.A London plane tree, its thick trunk seemingly clad in military camouflage, was the starting line. She contritely obeyed as she slowly inched her way to the bedpost and untied her robe, revealing her curvaceous glory to her daughter for the first time. Lydia gasped as she watched her mother close her eyes and run her perfectly manicured fingers up and down her sleek body. She watched in admiration as her mother fondled her own breasts, they were twice the size of hers and so shapely that she felt pangs of jealousy and arousal course through her at once. She couldn’t look away for a second as. But what caught everyone’s eye was the long black cross he was dragging behind him. We learned later that it was 12 feet in length with a crossbar measuring six feet. The tail end was on top of a low-slung contraption with eight little wheels. Made cross-hauling a lot easier.As he drew closer to the Bighorn, Rebecca gasped, “Oh God.”The Reverend had a crown of thorns on his forehead and drops of blood trailing down.We watched silently as the Deacons, still chanting and clapping rhythmically,.