Struck me as weird that the slaughterhouse would employ people to keep them from being processed. Kelly (my lawyer) said it was nutty as a squirrel tu...d, but that was how Findley did things.The rest of the week was kind of a blur. I remember doing chats every night for at least an hour. And meeting new people every night, as old ones dropped by and were processed. There were "Postcards" sent out by everyone their last night to their chat buddies talking about choices, and last wishes and last. "Tomorrow will be a big party, all your girlfriends and some cute male friends will be there. We expect you more thenever to keep in role as our darling daughter. If we think we are going tobe caught and arrested because of you we will kill you by setting offyour shock-device on it's highest setting. Do you understand, darlingdaughter? Oh, and we put a ground-up Ambien in your food. It's a one-offand we won't do it again-once we can trust you we want you to be a nightowl as Amber was one, we. ..wet...mmmm" She withdrew her glistening fingers, making a squelching sound, and reaching across my reclining form, stuck them in my mouth. "You like that baby? You like the way mommy's pussy tastes?" Did I? "Oh yes mommy! I love it!" "Scoot over honey; mommy wants to lie down by you." I moved to the middle of the bed, and mommy swung her stocking clad legs over my shoulders. "Now it's time to lick mommy's hot pussy, ok?" I was looking up at her beaming face, her swollen, obscene sex inches. We’d taken off and once in flight, we were able to move around. Sydnee had replied that she would meet me at the airport when my plane arrived and we would go to dinner. The redheaded flight attendant just happened to pass me before I got up. She turned around to see if I needed anything. Her hand was on my shoulder. I told her not right now. “Just ask for Sam if you need anything,“ she said. Then, she reached past me to close the shade, like all the other flight attendants were doing. Her.