She waited a little longer until, out of frustration she opened her eyes and looked at Paul, looking at her. She wanted him to touch her so badly. Pau... looked closely at her eyes and saw the longing there, she looked so horny lying there ready for anything he could give her. He bent his head and placed a lingering kiss on her mouth and felt her respond to him, pushing her tongue in his mouth, searching out his tongue. Her legs parted a little more, her hand searching for his and finding it. She knew this to be over optimistic. When it became known that she had stolen those papers from Alfredo's den she would never be safe as long as she lived. But it had been worth it. Her family had worked for Edward's family for many years. Edward had been like an uncle to her and his son a sort of younger brother. There was nothing she wouldn't do to nail his murderer.Mrs FitzWalter left the two girls to resume their morbid and fascinated inspection of each other's many bruises, paying. I could tell. The man hit her on the side of her head. Then another man ripped off all her clothes, and the third man grabbed a silver thing from one of the shelves and tied her up with it.‘ [He sent images of a man stripping duct tape from a roll and then wrapping it around her face and then her hands.]‘Then, when she had no clothes on, they rolled her over on her belly and mated with her. Except she was not awake. The shorter man went first, then the man with no hair, and then the other man.. I know for a fact Marianne has been on a similar lost journey, and I believe Mary and Marta have as well. Debra too. That we met, with our loving brother/husband Joe as the catalyst, feels like a miracle, a prayer made flesh, a profound blessing, I'm trying to put into words how thankful and full of joy I am, we are, for Joe and Marta and all of you being here at this moment. I'm trying, but it's impossible. As a writer, it's discouraging, the only thing that is tonight. Oh well. I love you..