Even without the ring, at busy times the general noise from the students talking make it difficult to think let alone hold a conversation in normal sp...ech. Add to this the jumble of thoughts that came though the ring and the noise level rises to an unacceptable level. I did find that turning the ring so the stone was inside my palm reduced its effectiveness considerably. Even so I always tried to choose the least busy times to get a meal.I have only been back little more than a week but in that. In the two years since his death, Jasmine had been consumed with so much guilt that she’d blocked off entire sections of her heart to help ease the pain. It had been her decision to raise their twin boys in the country, two hours away from Mark’s offices. She had wanted them to embrace the land and the Cherokee traditions that had been in her family for hundreds of years. Jasmine loved being close to nature, growing her own food and raising cattle just as her ancestors had. It was the gentle. Henry had some reports to get ready for a meeting at the hotel across town and Randy had some people coming over after lunch to sign some paperwork and get receive the last draw on one of his contracts. I headed for the coffee.I called Ann as soon as I sat down and made a date for lunch. I told her to get a table on the sidewalk and be on the look out for me.It worked out better than I had hoped. A car across the street from the cafe pulled out just as I was looking for Ann. I honked the tuned. She knocked and entered without waiting. Upon her entrance, she saw all three of us naked with Amanda laying on her stomach on the floor with a butt plug in her ass moaning as Alison and I watched. Mary had pulled a long shirt over her body to cover her for the walk across from her door to mine.She looked at me and said, "What's the matter with Amanda?" Answer her, Amanda, and tell her your correct name when in this house." I said by way of reply."Mom, my name is Slut Slave. I am slave to.