I don't know if Spencer told anyone else about thejournal and that he read it aloud. I had to find out and decided to visithim. That plan only sounded...good on paper.It was Spence' Mom who answered the door. Told me Spencer wasn't feelinghimself. Boy was she right. Slacker Spence was cleaning the house. Itlooked polished as heck which was strange in itself. Spencer looked weirdtoo. Somehow he had grown his hair out in just a few days. Heck, it evenreached down to his butt.Questioning him was. "That sounds like a reasonable first theory," the reverend said."So, now I just have to find them, to be sure she is free to leave, if she wishes." I said."You do plan to leave the two kidnappers alive when you go, I assume?" the reverend asked quietly."That's the plan, but it is flexible," I admitted.When I left the rehab, I drove to the apartment Lois had listed on her rehab registration. I found it to be just a needle pad. Nothing personal at all, unless you counted the two teenagers with. Not a word was spoken. No one tried to wake me. They still seemed to ignore my existence. That was okay.Apparently the light hanging on bare wires in the middle of ceiling was switched into service and yes, it did work. It shown that kind of harsh light that bare glass bulbs glare although the light bulb was obviously low wattage.As if driven by some unseen power, or perhaps what almost seemed like some kind of fear, sweet and gentle folk left the bunk-house like spirits, quietly and quickly. A. Maybe she’s outside. He stops at the foot of the stairs.“Honey, I’m home.”“Up here, sweetie. In the sitting room.”He looks around the bedroom. There’s the scent of candles and the bed is already turned down. Mike admires his wife sitting at her vanity wearing thin black bikini panties. He’s instantly aroused.She looks at his reflection in the mirror, catches his eye and says, “Hi honey. You’re home early.” You just missed Chris. Chris. You know, the guy I sucked off at Macy’s. We had lunch and.