“Do you have a family? I mean, like a traditional one,” I said awkwardly.“Did I have a husband? Four, I guess. Used to be five, but one died,”...she said without any real emotion. “I had six children, but they told me they were able to fix my body. They also told me to give you this.”She handed me a folded up piece of paper.Use the trigger words CULT FREEDOM and she will forget all about her children back in Idaho. They’d kill her if she tried to return. But ask her anything you like until you. Over the past few years, I’d become quite friendly with the principal of Jordan’s school. I called and made an appointment to talk to her about the wedding and give her a heads-up in case there was going to be anything printed for graduation that would have Jordan’s name on it. Jordan had already told me in no uncertain terms that once the ‘I do’s were said, she was going to be ‘Jordan Moore’.The principal was happy to see me and even happier when I told her about the wedding. Good thing I’d. "I shrugged. "I'm a night owl," I said, catching her staring at my pubes and breasts. "But I can come back later if you'd like some privacy," I offered, acting like I didn't notice. "Oh goodness, no," she said, raising her hands. "I didn't mean it like that, it's just... being accustomed to solitude, I rarely get a chance to engage in conversation with other guests, so this is a refreshing change, I might say." She sat down and looked at me. "Coming from a family such as mine, it can be. "I silently let out a breath. Lisa was making this easy. "I'll do that," I said. "Or you can call me." I'll do that." Uh, okay. Well, in the meantime, could I talk to Sherri?" Sure." A moment later, Sherri was on the line."It sounds like you had a good night," she said."Yeah, and I wanted to talk to you about it. Maybe later this week?" Oh? Sure. What did you have in mind?" I don't know," I admitted. "I was thinking dinner, or maybe cooking you breakfast. Something casual, but it's not urgent..