His breath reeked. Worst ofall, he claimed to have religious objections to abortions. She had tried topersuade him but there was no obscene act she co...ld offer him. At first, hehad been encouraging and listened to her in total enchantment as lovely Cherylstupidly offered a veritable cornucopia of utter depravity in return for anabortion and access to contraceptives. After that, he simply forced her toperform those depravities that had sounded either interesting to him or totallyrevolting for. He poured bubble bath into the tub. His wife had a bath pillow which was shaped like a shell. He blew the pillow up and put it against the tub. I was very comfortable with him. He helped me unzip my dress and I removed my panties. I have an athletic body and small breasts. My pussy is trimmed and neat. Mr. Smith helped me into the tub. He got some soap and washed my back. He used his hand at first and then the wash cloth. He told me to just relax and close my eyes. He read some poetry from. . Wait a minute, I think someone has already used that line. Darn, why can't I think of things like that first? But anyway, it really was the night before Christmas and the only difference between me and a little kid was about 45 years. I was restless, couldn't sleep, couldn't read, couldn't even watch the tube for more than a few minutes at a time. My wife was planning something special for Christmas, I could tell by the little hints and secret grins she gave me. She was fast asleep, it had. ”“Yes, Sir.”An image of a keyboard appeared on the surface of the desk. Mike reached down and started typing. There was a soft click each time a finger stabbed down to the surface of the desk. Melinda watched and asked, “What is that?”“Ah, that’s a little invention by Cousin Steve and Dana. You know Steve. Dana is my little sister. She’s an electrical engineer,” Mike answered as if that was sufficient to satisfy her curiosity. It wasn’t. He said, “Read the words on the wall.”“Why?”“We have to.