“Do you love me, Melody?” She nodded into my shoulder. “Will you let me help?” Another nod. “Think of a place to have lunch with your mom an... text it to Lissa. Can you do that? That’s all you have to think about. Don’t let anything else upset you. We love you and we will never let anything bad happen to you.” She reached up and gave me a quick kiss then turned her back on the action while she got out her phone.Miss Stevenson was giving Mrs. Anderson a sip of water out of one of Doc’s stock of. I feel his hand slowly wrap around the back on my head and neck, pulling me close to his giant meat stick, I could now smell his musty member and was now in full freaked out panic mode, but my mind went into a psychedelic trip as his cock parted my lips and slid into my mouth, I immediatly started to gag, but calmed down as he repeatedly bobbed my head up and down. Each stroke felt the cock go deeper to the back of my throat, which made me almost throw up. Now the full realization I’m full on. "This is Donatien," the voice said with a definite French accent. "I understand you are interested in the Societie and I would like to meet with you, tonight if possible. I am only in town until tomorrow, so tonight would be best. Can you call me at..."Holly wrote down the number and looked at the phone. Did Donatien know? Had John told him?Or was this just another thing she had destroyed last night, in her bout of... Of what, Holly thought. Insanity? Sanity? Was what happened yesterday a cry. “If you weren’t a cop, I’d take your ass outside, and kick the shit out of it,” Sonny said without anger.“That would be a real challenge,” Mike said sarcastically. “I bet you’d like beating up a one armed man.”“It wouldn’t be a challenge at all, and I doubt it would be much fun. I do think it’s damned near necessary, though,” Sonny said.“Why?”Sonny said, “Sitting there feeling all sorry for yourself isn’t going to take care of business. You’ve still got a wife who loves you. Your kids still.