"She said she knew the man who shot her. He's ex-CIA. Said his name was Ambrose Williams. I think - she was kinda out of it - that she said he usually...went under the alias of Peter Owens." Owens," Grace repeated. "Got it." Hang in there, Gracie," Hope said."I will," Grace said. "I'll fall apart after I nail this motherfucker."***The ringing phone was almost expected. He set down his coffee and picked it up in a thick, beefy hand. "Ned White," he said tiredly."It's Grace," the equally-tired. “I have not found a single person making that comment about you. Your enthusiasm and energy is constant. Abby, you just make everyone feel like being them is important. I should have known, I should have seen it coming. That gangbang on your first day should have warned me. But, you’ve handled the time problem at your expense.”I leaned forward and caught her eyes drop as my breasts pressed into the edge of the table. “Ma’am, thank you, but I just love my job. The people in the office are. I smiled and kissed her again, this time, allowing my tongue tograze her lower lip. Sister Anne sighed and leaned back more comfortablyon the couch.I needed to touch her, my hands were trembling as I moved my right handdown to her chest, going beneath the apron of her starched habit.Slowly, I ran the palm of my hand over her massive breasts, wondering allthe while what her nipples looked like."Oh Gloria", she breathed, her eyes still closed, "I like having youtouch me". That was all the cue I. .. And there it was, the gated track leading to the House in the Woods, Keepers, where I had voluntarily lost so much of my innocence. I parked my car on the verge, climbed the locked gate, and walked down the track. Shivering in the cold air, my resolve inevitably weakened the closer I came, but held as I pictured Sarah jumping into my Mini Cooper on that far off summer's day ... There was the Landrover. No, it was different - older more dents, dark blue instead of green. The dark wooden walls.