We'll just put it on hold until then.Glenda: No, no, no! A year is too long. They will think of something else. No, it just has to be this way. I made...you promise that you wouldn't try to possess me. That means that I can't do that to you, either. This was just not meant to be.Paul: Take a few days and think in it. You'll feel differently in a few days. You won't have to use the phone. I'll give you my e-mail address.Glenda: No, Paul. It won't work. It was never in the cards. I'll never regret. I seemed to melt into the seat as my gaze stared at his growing desire, my hand finding its way between my thighs to rub my clit through my panties. I felt drugged, unable to resist the urges within my being as his hand began rubbing along his hardening cock. It was as if I craved him, had to make him want me and when he expressed his obvious need my body exploded with need, hard ripples of pleasure cascading from my groin as I manipulated my clit. A part of me wanted to run as fast as I could. ?After a long search for someone who met all of my precise criteria... I took her. ?Oh, I may make it sound fast and easy, but I methodically planned every detail of hole's abduction... wait, no... her Deliverance.I watched her for a full month. ?I found out as much as possible about her routines, her friends, her family... every intimate, personal detail available to Me about her heretofore uninteresting life:She lived alone... checkShe had no close neighbors... checkShe had no ferocious,. Abigail, you should have listened to yourfather. We could have avoided all this." He motioned to my hand. Inoticed that as he limped slightly as he stepped toward my father.My father shook his head and stared menacingly at my tormentor, "Youhave some nerve coming here after all you've done. You should listen toAm?lie. I'll kick your teeth in for what your Prophecy has done to myson."Mr. Atwater raised his hands, looking momentarily disappointed, andsaid, "Fine, but it was his wish that enacted.