But I don't believe you were with your husband. We have photos of all the passengers. Mr Mark is staying in another cabin.” Tiffany's stomach was in...an uproar. Fear chemicals were pouring into her digestive system. She felt sick. “I need you to come down to my office on the second deck after lunch. 1:30.” Dilip commanded. Tiffany nodded. “OK, I'll be there.” Her heart was pounding.Lunch was quiet. I figured she was just tired or disappointed at my lack of energy. I didn't suspect that she was. "Gerome what are you doing?" I asked him softly, "we can't do this." "Baby I've been wanting this since the first picture Patrick showed me three years ago! He picked me up as if he was carrying me across the threshold, laid me on the bed and proceeded to pull down my panties. "Gerome Wait!" I finally mustered up the will power to say. "How do you think that Patrick would feel about you fucking his mother?" "Ms H, Patrick has been suck my black cock since freshman year!" He said as he started. We were abuzz with enthusiasm as we left Bill's offices with matted large photocopies of his renderings, sketches and working drawings in a leather portfolio."It's a beautiful house, Brent," Grace said, hugging my left arm. "Two houses, I mean. It fits our changing dynamics perfectly." His plan to add rooms to each house as needed was ingenious," Mary said, hugging my right arm.My Mary is contemplating more children, I thought. The thought didn't put me off, but I wasn't close to wanting. She started off by applying makeup, then eye shadow and finally painted both my finger & toe nails in a vivid crimson before applying the same shade lipstick. Then she selected matching black lace bra & panties & black suspender belt with black stockings & helped me to put them on. Finally she got a long black haired wig & put that on me, there she said, you are now our little girl to do with what we like! Only then was I allowed to look into the mirror-----the stranger staring back at me.