Stephen awoke from his nap justas they saw a sign pointing to the town. Emily turned the vehicle downthe road. "Wow!" She said as they rounded the cor...er.The road they were on was surrounded by trees. It reminded Stephen ofsomething out a fantasy movie. He had to admit that it did look verydramatic. Heading further into the town they saw that all the roads weredecorated in a similar fashion and every house was just as immaculate.It seemed so perfect. "Almost too perfect," Stephen thought to. It occurred often enough that he had atwin size bed and some clothes in the spare bedroom. I think the onlyway I could describe him kind of bland. The celebrity he most resembledwas either Stephen King or Reverend Jim Jones, only without the charisma.I stammered to explain why I was in the house only to feed the cat and heacknowledged that I was not a burglar since I had used a key.Furthermore, Bob told me that he knew someone had to be feeding the catin his sister's absence. I went about my. She is breathing heavy, spittle is running out of her locked open mouth her cleavage is wet from the dribble.I let her settle for a few minutes and then unhook the chain holding her to the cell bars. I lead her outside, again she has no choice but to follow, the choker digs deep into her throat if she resists and there is the ever present threat of the cattle prod. She has a slight forward lean as she walks the feathers hanging from her nipples flap from side to side. We are now outside,. . consider it done!”I reached over the counter and shook his hand.On the way to the room, I sent a gang text about the ten am rehearsal, including where to meet and the food was on the house (my personal house) asking everyone to send me a confirming text.I went through my room door, letting it slam behind me. My wife was on the bed, naked and freshly shaved. I reopened and put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door, relocking it and completely turning off my phone.She motioned for me to walk to.