”“I’m sure they will! Well, you seemed to have taken care of most of our problems, what do you intend to do this afternoon?” she teased him.He...smiled at her. “This afternoon we are going to have a tour of this town. I want to get a real feel for the place. So far I feel I have only just scratched the surface. There is a lot more that needs doing.”“I’ll get everyone together and we’ll get going then.”It was quite a crowd that accompanied them that afternoon. They included Gordon and Henrietta as. I don't know why I've written this.After all these years it is unlikely that anyone will ever read it.Perhaps I write to reconcile myself.... Whatever the reason, this is my story.It is written a while after the events I speak of, but I will try to keep it as close to what actually happened as I can.I will also try to speak the truth, even if it makes you despise me, for I won't lie, I have made many bad choices, only some of which I regret.Time is short and getting shorter by the second, so. It must have been chloroform or ether or something. In a semi-conscious daze, she was vaguely aware of being dragged, then lifted up and dumped into something. A car trunk.He pulled her hands behind her back and bound them with what felt like a zip tie. Another went tight around her ankles. She was starting to regain her faculties and struggled against her bonds, of course to no avail. He stuffed something into her mouth, another rag, and secured it there with a strip of tape across her mouth.. Priestesses could literally get inside a person's head when it came to matters of sex, and they got pretty good at guessing what the person was thinking when they couldn't connect directly. They could follow a fantasy the person was having or create a fantasy for them, and were able to experience any sexual event in their past, including the sexual thoughts, needs and feelings they were having at the time. But, otherwise, literal mind-reading was right out.If Cindy only knew what her home life.