"Myrna, Sally, I need to tell you that Bill is dead. Jerry called me and said they found him in his hotel room this morning. I don't know for sure, bu... I think the church might have had something to do with it." Jon, how did that sweet old man die?" Myrna, he was executed by someone, but the police don't know who."I watched her face as the news set in. I walked around the table and she was in my arms, sobbing on my shoulder. Within seconds, Sally joined her and I was holding two sobbing women.. Smoke, mixed with animal and human waste, it was not a clean camp.Staying in the brush, he sneaked up to the edge of what appeared to be a small woodland glade. He did a quick count and saw seven small one-man tents scattered about. The center tent was the largest. It was big enough for most of the party to stay in if need be. As he worked his way around the camp, studying it for details, he saw something that made him boil with rage. The small nude body of a young girl child maybe seven or. On the left sleeve was a butterfly decal. And once again, across from her, sat Miss Lang, her therapist. Christina Lang wore a casual outfit on this day, the second meeting with her client, Melody Campbell. Behind the women, the skies were cloudy with a light drizzle splashing against the windows. The people below were rushing about significantly more frantically, most of them wielding umbrellas. “Well, like I said before, that first time was damn confusing. I was only a little girl and I. He returned while I was putting my panties on.“Give me those.” I did as I was told. He asked for my phone and proceeded to put his number into my phone and told me to call him whenever I needed his cock again. I knew without a doubt that I would be making that call and soon. When he finished putting his number in, he turned and left with me still standing there. My body still recovering from the thorough fucking I just received from this stranger. A stranger I still hadn’t seen. I stayed there.