"This had better be bloody good Myers," thought the major his jaw twitching slightly."Good evening honored guests, in recognition of the special natur... of this anniversary, dinner will proceed slightly later than normal," Myers started, "As you all know I have been in service at this house man and boy all my life. What you may not know is that I too am linked in a humble way with this evenings events" Myers surveyed the faces to gauge his audience, all looked fairly relaxed. The major was of. He was squeezing me hard... I could feel, see even, the bruises forming. Like watching a movie I saw myself half-falling, half being carried down from the high step of the truck. I was in a small parking lot. There was some light from the street and several flashing neon lights. There was a man, Mark, kissing me and kneading my breast painfully. I felt no emotion. I felt cold.A van pulled into the lot, its headlights on bright. A man jumped out, seemingly paralyzed by the sight before him. He. We went toward Milo's office. My keen sense of hearing sensed something. "Hey, you heard that?" I said."No. What?"Then, in the instance, we both heard it."Ugh..."Daisy had a look of death on her face as she busted in on him, not caring or stopping for any reason."Ugh! Ugh... Ugh..." Lillian moaned."That's right, moan for Big Man. Moan for him!" Milo said slapping her big curvaceous ass, still not seeing or caring about us. Meanwhile, in the doorway..."Uh, I got questions," I said, looking at. As a message vehicle for things you want to tell Him." But Reverend? It's... like... it's awful. What he... they did... and then what I did." Tell me Mrs. Bartlett... Sister. You don't mind if I call you Sister, do you? Even though you haven't completed your indoctrination into our church I still look at you as one of my flock." No... I don't mind, Sir. I mean about you calling me Sister. But... I don't know if you'd want me as part of your flock if you knew more about us?" Certainly I would,.