Some place called Ardmore, in Henderson county."I only met one of the men, a guy named Beckwith. He lives in Ardmore, and I meet him at his house on t...e north side of town once a month. In fact, I'm 'sposed ta meet him in 5 days. I wuz gittin ready ta leave fer the meetin' when y'all showed up."Further questioning produced a description of Beckwith; sure enough, he was one of the men at the bosses' meeting that Caleb attended the day Higgins was shot. They now knew who he was and where to find. "If you insist."The group broke out in laughter. They started to make jokes about making love on an airplane and the different ways they could do it.Liz stood up, faced the rest of the group, and held her glass up."I would like to propose a toast to all of you. I want to thank you all for helping me find this fire inside of me and introducing me to the joy of sex. Several months ago I would never have used language like this, and now I'm asking my husband to fuck me in front of other people.... .nothing else. Igot hard looking at his nice chest and body( and it was quite obviousin my costume) Anyway we finished cleaning up then went to thebed and sat on it and had a few more beers. I told him his costumewas HOT , But where was all the rock groupies?? He said the onlygroupie left is me,, I told him my feet were killing me from theseshoes and would he mind if i took them off? He asked me if I wantedmy feet rubbed, I said that would feel great.I got rock hard again as he rubbed my feet. “Um no.” the smirking blond replied.“Oh really? Then what is your name?” Sam asked.“Carly.”“Carly Conwright?” Sam prompted.“No.”“Then what is your last name?” Sam asked again. The ritual wasn’t going to work if he didn’t know her last name and Sam wanted this girl pregnant. Not just fucked. He wanted her tight little stomach to swell up with his bastard child. Her tits to expanded with milk.“Her last name’s Watson.” a helpful boy chimed in.“Oh. My mistake. I guess I don’t know you at all.” Sam.