“I’m going to get up and go make breakfast. But it will take me a while. So why don’t you two just stay here, for like, maybe, another three qua...ters of an hour or so.”She flashed us a smile, and got out of bed, closing the door as she left the room. I reached down and gently stroked Jess’s pussy through her panties. She gave me a funny look.“What are you doing?”“Well,” I replied, “I believe I am doing what your little sister just told me to do. I think she said as she left that I should spend. It also became clear that Francine had heard commentary about her driving—from police and judges.Loading Sheila into the front seat was easy enough, but CC was a problem. There was no way she should be sitting. Eventually, we moved some packages to the other car, so we could slide the seat all the way back. Then CC could kneel on the floor at Sheila's feet. Ironically, the symbolism escaped me at the time. Everyone understood it was the way things had to be.The drive was excruciating. If she. "The sequence of events starting from ... Last night?" said her mother. "Or before then?" Why, did something happen before then?" asked Aaron Freitas. He was sitting on the far side of the room and it was even harder to hear him."Well, we've been worried sick for five months that something was going wrong," said Bonnie Mayer in a brittle voice. "She's been marching around like a zombie. But we didn't know what to say, or how to say it."There was a short silence before Aaron Freitas said, "I. I asked Bob if he had a problem with what we were about to do.“I haven’t been out West long but I been here long enough. I don’t intend to backtrack and waste weeks while they have the trial. I’ll do it.”Well, it was his right. We asked them if there was anyone they needed to write to or if they couldn’t write we’d do it for them. Neither said another thing so we carried them kicking and screaming to their horses.“Any last words? No? Then I hope hell lives up to it’s reputation!” Bob slapped.