The one good thing was that all eyes would be on Melissa, which made me a little less self-conscious about hiding my chastity. Talking about it made m... realize that she wasn’t wearing my key around her neck like she usually did. Sensing my panic, she pointed down to her foot where my key had been attached to an ankle bracelet. At least she wasn’t leaving it in the shed. Maybe that was a reason to be hopeful.“Let’s go.”We stepped out of the shed and Diana was still waiting for us. The shed. Feeling quite intimidated, I covered my lap with my purse and looked down at the floor. “Holy shit, you sure did bring a hot one tonight, John!” one of them broke out. The men around the room laughed in agreement. “Fucking hell, did you already have a go with her? Look at her face!” another man exclaimed. I realized that my makeup must’ve been ruined badly from the car ride. Daddy, whose name I now know is John, chuckled back and told me to fix myself up in the bathroom. He said it was further. He's holding a big rally next month where he's slated to publicly link his ministry to former Governor Smith's Senatorial campaign. Reverend John must be put in an embarrassing situation before that. Smith has things to hide, like they all do, and the thinking is that Doe has to go.”“What's my cover? Or should I come up with one myself?”“You're a University student/political activist/pro-life groupie. The good Reverend apparently does private counseling with morally-troubled young. ‘It’s a secret.’ They made small talk to the restaurant and Dylan saw her arch her eye when the pulled up. He was glad she was impressed. That was the goal after all. The valet came around and opened the door for Stephanie and then for him. He took her arm and escorted her into the restaurant where a candle lit table for two was waiting in a dark corner. The waiter brought the menus and Dylan ordered a bottle of wine. ‘So, what should we talk about tonight?’ Stephanie asked, sipping on her.