If she could have turned me into a priest or monk, she would have been overjoyed with that outcome for me, her first and only child, her Son.My Father...was a weak willed man, who loved my Mother to a fault, and gave her full control over my upbringing, blinding himself to her near madness on the subject of me, insane in his own little way about one little item- his baby boy's treatment at the hands of his beloved wife.I mean, an infant, even one six times stronger than others, is still an. Her confidence level must have been high.Of course, I traveled to the hotel - checking at the front desk to get the room number. I ascended the elevator in somewhat wild anticipation. Knocking on the door, I noticed it was slightly ajar. Finding that odd, I pushed the door open and spoke her name. She simply said "Come In." I entered what was a 2-room suite, with French doors separating the living and sleeping areas. As I pushed the doors open, there was Sheryl. She was proped up in bed,. Suddenly Kelly realized they had been driving for over 20 minutes since she picked up this stranger, and had made so many turns, she was going to have to use her navigation system to get back to the highway."Leticia, are we almost to your house? I have a ways to go tonight still, I am going to New Orleans." Kelly told her."Oh lordie no, my driveway is just a few more blocks." She said.About a mile down the dark narrow two lane road they were driving on, Leticia told her to turn. Kelly turned. I got invited to a party by her, as I always do, she had literally transferred all her failures to me during the conference which had a bearing impact on my performance and I was totally miffed off with her. Her invitation to the party that night gave me an idea to have my revenge. I planned what I should do and went in with her in utter confidence. She took me to the Russian show at pattaya and then we moved on to a pub, there she quickly guzzled down gallons of beer and bad wines that were.