Each cane neatly displayed supported by two wooden pegs. Beneath each cane a bronze plaque with a year. From 1981 on the upper left to 1995 in the low...r right. Fifteen years of canes."I'm off. My bus is always on time," said Mrs. Kleinberg already dressed for street. The other woman was holding the door. "If you like more tea and biscuits the tray is on the table. Mr. Hennessey will be back any minute now." She reached for the door. "You didn't change much Elizabeth, and your daughters resemble. Now Slut.That's right pump it into your pussy. Why are you stopping, you can fit more, I know you can. Pound it into you cervix, harder. What a slut. Did you know your Dad wants to fuck you. That's it I knew that would help you shove it in there deeper. I know sweetheart, I know you want to fuck your Dad. That is what all the little f******n year old sluts want. Now take out that little toy and show me how you suck cock with this toy. Why not? Because it is dirty from your ass? Don't worry you. ‘Count to twenty and follow me back to the rest room area.’ The rest rooms were located in the rear of the market as you enter the warehouse. As I walked past them, a young girl, dressed exactly like Morna was coming out of the ladies room. She smiled at me and entered the main market. Morna was standing across from the warehouse area by the rear entrance. She motioned for me to hurry, but I couldn’t help glancing back into the store. Her double was now standing beside of Mister Nasty helping. I hopped on the treadmill, and shortly afterward, heard the door open. In the mirror I saw Lisa’s reflection walk in ... and then turn and walk out as soon as she saw me.Okay ... now I knew for sure that something was not quite right. But by the time I could stop the treadmill and jump off to go after her, she was nowhere to be seen.I decided to send her a text: “What’s wrong?”I received a five-word response: “Blocking you. Leave me alone.”I tried to ponder what could possibly have prompted.