Put your bag onto the belt and stand over here.”I did with a “thanks” that sounded way too breathy.“Please take off your shoes and the sweater... too.”Oh. Oh. I looked down on myself. The comfy, baggy, well-washed hoodie with the college logo I was wearing and the plain gray T I had on underneath that were literally the only things I was rocking today. Yep, today was no-bra day no. 32. I could literally smuggle live chickens underneath this hoodie and no one would notice, so of course I didn’t. ."Good morning, Frank! I thought you would like to see how Darlene was spending her day today." What the fuck...", Frank sputtered."SHUT UP AND WATCH, FRANK...this is for you", the voice responded.Suddenly a very large black man stepped forward into the view of the camera and reached down to Darlene. He grabbed her tee shirt and with a mighty rip he split it down the middle. Instantly, Darlene's huge breasts were exposed for the camera and they flopped back down and came to rest. Frank could. There was no big deal. She told him that the minister comes by every Sunday afternoon to give her cummioun.Harry spent a couple of hours thinking why she would do this to him for the fourth time in a month. He wanted to know what was so important to receive commiun at home instead at the church. He decided he would watch what happens.Harry parked his car around the corner from his mother's house. He wanted the corner so he could see when the minister arrived at the house then he would walk over. He wished that both the camera and the lighting had been better. ‘If it occurred in the daytime instead of the middle of the night... ‘Sighing in frustration, he popped the tape out and put in the tape from the Emergency Room Parking Lot security camera and pressed ‘play’.‘Okay, here comes Frank in Béla’s red Viper. It makes a circle in the center of the almost empty lot – Is he looking for something, or someone? – then he parks under a burnt out lamp near the edge of the camera’s viewing.