"Tell me that it doesn't make sense and I'll stay the night." I challenged her.She looked like she was about to thrust a point upon me and then sudden...y her face and stance softened. A tear came to the corner of her eye that she tried to turn away from my sight."I just had a moment and I can see how I've grown from therapy." She said, embarrassed by her thought."Tell me." I was going to jump down your throat and say "you're just like Simone, you have to be right to keep me under your thumb",. Sending her home all fucked and keeping her so sexting hot she had to give off singles to her husband. She even change from completely bald to a landing strip because I asked and im sure her pussy getting worked out her skill would also improve. Heck all I did was tell her how to be hotter and be a slut that nobody could actually claim that you are because going with no panties on and leaving your legs just a little open was considered an accident because it was unwilling.. Well she new how to. Johns. We are sight-seeing, really. We just wanted to come here and see how things were being handled. But it seems to us you need help. Isn’t there anything we can do?”Doris actually laughed. It sounded like sandpaper rubbing across a blackboard. “You can buy me out, that’s what you can do! Got ya, didn’t I? You didn’t expect that, did you young lady?”My mind was whirling. The thought occurred to me that if this ‘next generation’ thing was going to get off of the ground, Doris Johns was not. Niamh is getting the tea ready, come and tell us while we wait."I told them what happened and what I knew about the serial killer. I was halfway through my story when Niamh came in with the tray of tea. She was Arghus' niece come from Ireland to learn from Airmeithinion, the most powerful druid priestess in North America. Niamh had the same raven hair as Arghus' brows but was spared his muscularly heavy frame. She had a grace and presence that made Seosamh sure she would take Airmeithinion's.