.."She's ready" says a voice from before you're groin...Suddenly you feel hands all over your body. Rougher, larger, men's hands. One releases your br...asts from the top of your corset exposing your already swollen nipple to the cold air. Your head is spinning, not knowing where the next touch will come from as another runs over your ass, again spreading your ass cheeks and crudely seeking out your pussy where it is swatted away by your mistress. Still more caress your sides, your belly, your. Everyone could tell that they were not happy, yet they were convinced they had to stay together for other people. Apparently my mother had finally had it. “And where do you suppose I should go, huh?” My father sounded angry and defeated all at the same time. I was never sure what part of this was his fault really. My mother had lost her mind in my opinion, my father was just trying to hold on to whatever marriage he might have left. “Who cares,” she screamed back at him. “Stay at a fucking. “This.” Bobo slid the book over to him. “I wanna do that.”Doc opened the book without breaking eye contact with the demon.“Do I want to know?” Doc looked at the writing in the book. Bobo even drew a few pictures. “I didn’t know you could draw.”“I just doodle.”“This is more than just doodling. You drew Wynonna and Waverly like a photograph.” He turned the page. “Is this the bar in Christmas lights?”“Yes. I want the place to be festive.”“Is this Santa?” Bobo nodded. “In the bar?” He nodded again.. I took it, and we stepped out into a very warm day.Wherever here was, was marvelous. It must have been in the high seventies, with a nice breeze. I turned to Catherine and asked, "Where are we?"She smiled like she couldn't wait to share her secret. "We just landed at Cyril E. King Airport on Saint Thomas. The Judge feels like we should be somewhere secluded and arranged a villa for us over on Saint John. Everything has been arranged, including a seaplane to take us there."She pointed at an odd.