" As the priest slowly opensthe door, the sound of rhythmic grunting fills her ears. The grunts emanatefrom two voices. One deep and masculine, the ot...er more youthful and muffled.The door opens fully and Mother Superior Avila pushes Chrissy Lamb into theroom. The young girl's eyes widen in amazement at the sight before her. Sheis too stunned to speak. A thin teenaged boy is lying on his back on the Archbishop'slarge oak desk. The lad, who cannot be older than fourteen is naked. A largered. When I met her I was shocked at how she looked, she was flat, no tits, no waist, and a bit on the thin side, 'Think p**o', mum whispered into my ear, her idea that type of man would shag her, without bating an eyelid.So p**o it was, but that gave me concerns, those fuckers shagged anything, and I would have to be within the vicinity as they fucked her, I mean, what self-respecting female relative would let her cousin be taken by a b**st, without offering to be close enough to guide him into her. “What have I done? Mum will be so angry, I've ruined everything”I held her, gently stroking her back. I thought furiously. I could see only three scenarios, Her mother might apologize, highly unlikely, or she might come to the house, demanding Jennifer go home, or, worst case, she'd call the police. I played them out in my mind, deciding how to react to each. I asked Jill to take Jennifer upstairs, to their room, telling her not to Jennifer come down until I called for them. I checked. Das erste war ein altes, in Leder gebundenes Tagebuch mit einem abgewetzten Band darum, das den Deckel geschlossen hielt, das zweite war ein dicker Umschlag, auf dem mein Name, Melissa Gordon, in ordentlicher (wenn auch altmodischer) Handschrift stand. Der Brief darin war auf teures schweres Papier getippt, das ein Firmenwasserzeichen in der Mitte der Seite hatte. In dem Schreiben wurde erklärt, dass die Anwaltskanzlei von einem kleinen, unabhängigen Museum beauftragt wurde, das beiliegende.