I hadn't seen or heard her return. She scooped me upwith one arm and carried me by the waist under her left arm. I wascarried into what appeared to be...a large bedroom. She threw me on thebed and reaching to the nightstand produced a hypodermic which sheshoved into my leg through my pants. My world faded into a white cottonball as I passed out from the drug.I have no idea how long I was out I awoke to find myself locked insteel cage. He was lying on a cot and was totally nude. Lying on thecot. She doted on her son (did she ever) and was a mousey doormat to her husband who everyone agreed was unfaithful but hardly the violent type. There just didnʼt seem to be anyone who knew her well, certainly not well enough to kill her.“There has to be a connection between these two women,” insisted Linda.“I agree,” replied Sheila,“but so far I canʼt find one. Besides living in different towns, there is nothing to indicate they knew each other, Landry was Baptist and Connors a lapsed Catholic.. I had seen penises, but they had just hung down limp. This was far from limp.He started moaning himself, softly at first, then came out with a huge groan and two softer ones. His hand slowed down and then stopped. He reached for tissues and wiped his chest. I wondered why.I decided that I'd better get out of there before he turned his head and saw me. I crept as stealthily as I could back to the door and exited the room. I carefully closed the door, turning the handle before closing and easing. .." There was another moment of brief, embarrassedsilence."Is there any way to go back to how I used to be?" I asked, fearing Ialready knew the answer."I don't think so." Julie? Ashley? What are you doing out here, it's freezing!" We bothturned to see Florence stood in the doorway of the kitchen and stood upoff the wall. She was right, it was getting particularly cold out now."Sorry Flo, Ashley and I were just having a little chat." Explained Julieas we stepped back into the kitchen. A wave of.