” “Damn, Trisha its so hard. What do I do, I mean how do I let him in – I don’t even want to know it myself. So how do I open it up for him t... see, why do I want that?” Julie was so tired, her sister could tell this was a big step for her, after all she’d done it too and knew just how scary it was, Trisha was so grateful for Joe, he was wonderful and she had a feeling that Nick was just as wonderful for her sister. “Jules, you take it slowly, one step at a time. You have to trust him. Do you. . I checked the sine.” Operator’s signature.“Okay.”“Says it’s from J. C. Slagg. Like I told you, I never met him, but I know he didn’t send that wire. Wasn’t his fist.” Individual key pattern, as recognizable as a face to a professional telegrapher.“Huh.”Holy Redemption, the largest church in town, sat empty. Locked and empty. And no birds sing. A scrap of mostly forgotten poetry from some classroom.Mrs. Chambers grinned, “I’d like to set my girls up in there.”I smiled, “That would get tongues. " The hot wife quickly blurted out, "You had sex with him?" The tone of her voice didn't come out right; it made her sound jealous. "No!" Sheila quipped. "I only picked him up and took him home after his therapy. He'd pull his cock out and try to get me to stroke him. All the while telling me if I didn't help him," Sheila began to turn red in the face either from embarrassment or rage, "by stroking, sucking, or fucking him; he'd tell the hospital or tell my husband." The buxom manager pointed. My mind was racing as I meekly followed them. As much asI wanted to yell or plead with the staff, her threat loomed over me. Wewere taken to bungalow 16 with the bags on a golf cart. I felt eyeswatching me as we were taken there, I felt more on show than ever, thatonly served to amuse my captor even more.I was walking normally in the ankle boots, as if I'd always worn them,that surprised me, just how potent was her magic, and was anyone elsehere in on it with her. Lead into the lavishly.