If this old bird could be given four or five more years of healthy life, well, John would just have to assume that the fellow would prefer that to the...alternative.He wasn't God, after all."God" was one of the reasons John Healer had developed such a runaway paranoia about keeping his identity secret. The Holy Joes out there, John knew, would be bound to associate his healing powers with religion. Their particular religion, of course.It was clear beyond doubt: God would get the credit and John. " they answered. "Now where is Mrs. Whitford? We'd like to ask her a few questions." Let me go see if she's sleeping, I'll be right back," Eric said. And he walked up the huge staircase. She was sitting up in bed as he entered the room."Franchesca, there are two men here to see you, they want to talk to you. They are policemen. I will be right downstairs if you need me."She looked up at him, very worried and said "What's this all about Eric?!" Well, my love, you did have the fall on your bike. " Anything is possible," the first voice stated."Where am I?" the second voice asked."Oh, we're in your bedroom," the first voice said and suddenly the lights came on to reveal two nondescript people in what appeared to be a bedroom. One of them was sitting in the chair at the desk while the other reclined on the bed."This isn't my bedroom," the second voice said from his position by the desk."True. It just lacks that inherent lived in feeling," the first voice agreed from the bed. "But then. I got tired of spanking her and finally stopped. By now her legs were as wide apart as the thong just around her knees would allow and I could see her puffy wet pussy lips. Those nice pink lips were glistening in the shadows; the bitch had got soaking wet as I slapped her buttocks. My assault on her bum had certainly aroused her so badly…I ordered her to take off her dirty thong and give it to me. She then would go upstairs and spend the night in the guest room. I warned Ana I did not want to.