"Wow, you are a girl Annabelle! Your simplest motion arouses me! I havea beautiful 'wife'? I could get used to looking at you babe. Comecloser. Umm, y...ur scent is No. 5 too?"I was enjoying modeling for her and almost missed the question, "Idon't know. It was just the parfum I had in my bags."I had move to her side and she was looking into my eyes."You're quite good with your makeup Annabelle, and you look stunning.Your skin doesn't look like a forty year old, eh woman."She turned to hold me at. ’ ‘Why are you helping me out?’ ‘You are female but you still are a nice babe and you drive better than most guys and to my surprise you have endured me for a week and we haven’t been involved in an accident.’ ‘Oooh. The compliments are flying.’ Max of course teamed her with the worst driver and worst courier, as Donny knew he would. Max had a thing about his authority being challenged in assigning vehicles and deliveries and pick-ups. Next morning at 7:00 Linda was waiting for him. ‘Hi you. I sit down and Jill sat besife me, leaving the other end of the sofa for Gary.Gary ca e out of the kitchen with 3 beers and passed them to Jill and I , we took a few shots of Jack and drink a few beers,,Jill gets a buzz real fast due to her not being used to Jack..not to counting the beers we con her into drinking. I moved closer to Jill she was wasted smiling her eyes was glossed over ,I leaned in and start kissing her neck , she went limped ,and lays her head back on the couch ,I moved from. The boy in the lead had a skull under his arm, the girl following him was carrying several black candles. The second bloke, finally, was in charge of the most crucial ingredient of any Black Mass: booze. The three hobby Satanists had chosen a leaning tombstone not fifty metres away from the chapel’s portal. The girl placed the candles along the outlines of the grave and lit them. Under mystical murmur the leader positioned the skull on top of the stone, while the booze man was busy sacrificing.