The only sister who seemed really friendly was a young brunette name Sharon, she didn't have the now almost ubiquitous tattoo and would sometimes just...come and talk to Jenny.Jenny pleaded with Sharon to help her escape, saying how weird the other girls were. Sharon confided that it happened after the girl had been called to see Mother and that they had to be restrained afterwards and that one girl had not recovered yet and had been bound in her room for days. Sharon sometimes seemed as scared. “Come on in. I see you made a trip out.”“The bellman did. The liquor store was too far to walk. But it still cost less than those stupid bottles in our mini fridges.”“Gold costs less per ounce!” I chuckled.“But not printer ink!” Cindi said.“No kidding. I thought laser cartridges were bad. Grab a seat.”She pulled out a chair by the table, opened the bottle, and poured some for each of us. I sat down across from her, picked up the plastic cup, tipped it towards her and sipped.“You won’t get drunk. The heat between her thighs growing, and she can feel the wetness between her legs. His fingers release her nipples, then he takes her breasts in his hands, his fingers squeezing them, putting pressure on her nipples as he pulls her closer to him. With one hand she reaches behind her, rubbing his cock through his pants, and now she can feel the heat of it through the fabric. Her other hand slips down between her own thighs and she is not surprised at the wet spot she finds welcoming her as she. ”When was I even in a church last? Oh yeah, Christmas services with my family at the chapel at Walter Reed.“You’re right though, Time is the precious commodity...” Aarash thought he had all the time in the world, but his time ran out that day, and mine almost did.He continued, almost to himself. “And the uncertainty of how much we have left makes it even more precious.”Juliet felt him tense as the memories intruded. She looked at him. “I know one thing, we’re going to make the most of our.