A few hours later Caitlin was seated at a table for two at Joey’s, a nice seafood restaurant that she loved. She was wearing a black sweater with bl...ck pants. Her red hair was in a ponytail and she was nervously chewing her bottom lip, waiting for Logan to show up. She smiled as he entered the restaurant and made his way to the table. He was wearing gray slacks and a button up shirt. ‘Hi Caitlin.’ ‘Hi Logan. I have something to tell you. Do you want me to tell you now or wait until after. The ink was now faded and the paper browned with age. Taylor Vincent was going to spend his 25 to life sentance in the state pen. It was a medium security facility and was about an hour away. I made some phone calls. Finally I spoke to enough people who pointed me in the right direction. Her name was Mrs. Cole. She was the admininstrative assistant for the warden. She sounded a every bit the snotty professional on the phone. I hated her immediately. Mrs. Cole obviously had better. “Hello,” he said as he held his hand out, “I’m Simon.” I shook his hand and replied, “I’m…Bambi.” “I like that name,” he chuckled as he started taking his clothes off, “Bambi was a deer.” “Oh shit!” I thought, “He is simple!”Before I had the chance to reply he was naked and lying on the bed with his hard cock sticking out from a forest of black pubic hair. “Ooh! that looks…huge!” I lied, remembering what I’d been told earlier. “All of the girls tell me that,” Simon said as he. And in doing so, through process of osmosis, his knowledge of the Old Karen's life gradually expanded as he heard anecdotal stories recounting her days as a precocious youngster.God, the New Karen was quick to realize, had a Master Plan in play. Long before the previous Karen Miller had sought absolution for her sins in Father Dan's confessional on that fateful Saturday afternoon, God had begun to groom the former Catholic priest to fulfill the destiny that He had chosen for him. God, in His.