No thanks..." Get in. You've no choice." said Mr Yellow sadly pushing him into the back seat. "I hate it when we do priests," he grumbled. "It's unluc...y."Samantha and Matthew met the bogus vodka salesmen at the gate.Samantha said "Hi, I'm Sam. I'm the Madam of this new establishment," and led the way into the candle-lit club-house. Matthew, with a jolly "I'll take care of the vicar," escorted the Reverend Jones to an unoccupied room and locked him in. Jeremy tried to protest but Matthew told. Daddy led me across the truckstop lot, past the big rigs and towards the cars where I was parked. He wanted to humiliate me some more before it was all over, and I was in no position to resist. Was this all he really had planned for me? He had said I should make sure I didn't have anything to do that day, and it seemed like it was only past noon. My question was answered shortly as we approached my car, then he led me past it. I gave a questioning moan as I looked at my vehicle, and all I got. As I came into sight, I could see that Shelly was pretty excited about whatever it was that Sara had been telling her. As I pulled out a chair to sit down, both women started trying to talk at once. ‘Whoa… hold on. Sara, why don’t you start at the beginning and explain this thing to me please?’ I asked, deciding that there was nothing better than hearing something first-hand. ‘Ok,’ began Sara, ‘as you obviously know, I also have problems with my period as well as generally being way too. “We take inside the soup?”“Not yet.”“But is finish!”“I haven’t tasted it yet, have I? And can someone open a door? I know I’m going to have to get used to being somewhere warm, but not quite yet,” I said, as I ladled some soup in a bowl and used a teaspoon to taste it. To my surprise, the others wanted a taste as well.“Needs more salt,” said Vincenzo.“Si. Ies okay. But a bit ... come si dice ... scipita?”They found a small salt shaker and added some while I was stirring the pans. It smelled.