”“De-, honey, of course I do but-”Her eyes shut tightly fighting back tears and pain. She both wished she could run into his arms and be loved a...d wished she had the gun in her hand to kill him or herself. But she had neither, “Stop! Just stop. Don’t talk.”Her eyes remained shut, the world was dark, even with the sounds of birds off in the distance, she was more aware of the sound of her heart thumping in her chest and the breathing she was fighting to keep regular. “You know, I was thinking. Beth and Jim are the Managers of it, the rest of us help keeping it running.”“So that’s the opportunity you were talking about?” Stefan continued, “What kind of a camp is it? Is it family friendly?”“It’s a hedonistic retreat.” Jon answered without any hesitation.“What!” Cat answered in shock.“Oh Shit!” Nessa exclaimed.“Vanessa! Mind your language.” The pastor chastising his daughter. “So you’re running a house of sin!” The pastor challenged Jon.“Sin, really Pastor. Is that your educated. It is now raw and torn as if tiny little blades have sliced me from the inside out. The acrid taste of phlegm crosses my crusty coated tongue making me feel nauseous and dizzy. I have to snort constantly to try and keep my nasal cavity clear to allow me to breathe. This action however has me swallowing more snot into my gullet adding to my upset stomach. I don’t even know how I am able to keep from throwing up. My head swims through a myriad of twisted dreams as I float between the conscious. As my client I should be present at any questioning or statement giving.”“Oh! Of course! Sorry!”Shortly afterwards Terry and Grace left. As soon as they got home Grace started to prepare dinner. It was almost eight o’clock. Terry sat at the kitchen table as she did so.“Rush job tonight, my love,” said Grace. “Ready meal plus some beans and broccoli. All things being equal I’ll be a bit more original tomorrow.”“Don’t worry, my precious one. Perfectly good and I really don’t feel up to dealing.