Words failed me and I turned to walk away. Her whisper stopped me in my tracks "Don't...don't go...let...let me...explain...please.”Slowly I turned,...step by step, inch by inch, I walked through her front and into her house. She closed the door behind me. I sat down in a recliner. She entered the room and froze looking at where I chose to sit. "It's weird to see you sitting in a recliner fully dressed." It's weird to have a stranger walk into your house and give you a handjob without speaking to. “I will be there, suitably attired, for your viewing pleasure. What time?”“Eightish,” Sue answered quickly. As she turned to go out of the back door she ran her hand over my package again, saying with a giggle: “Save that for me! No banging Mel before you come over!”“Out, slut!” Melanie ordered, also giggling.At around seven-thirty, I dressed in black chinos and a white silk open-necked shirt as I watched Melanie dressing for the evening. She chose a black brocade bustier with silver and gold. I kept up a chant to Posudi as I walked to their temple. I seemed to grow and my footsteps shook the earth as I marched. My vision grew dim. That was all I knew.I was reclining on a bench in Mother's temple with my head on her lap when I awoke. She was covered in many small cuts. I was horrified! I went to my knees and wept thinking I had caused her this distress. She woke and took me in her arms. "No, no, dear one. None of what you see is your fault. They chained me and bled me in preparation. At about five, I tossed my dust rag to the side and headed for the bathroom. Drawing myself a nice warm bath, I added a generous amount of Patchouli oil to the water, undressed, and slid into the luxuriant water, letting my mind wander to this evening. What would happen. Where would we go? How would he act? What does he know about me? My eyes flew open, and I recalled past conversations with Chris Matthews. I sat straight up in the tub, sloshing water over the sides. Was this a ploy? Did Chris.