She looked at Katrina and said, “I always sleep in the nude. I hope it doesn’t bother you.”Katrina had been standing in the room not knowing qui...e what to do. She watched as Kelly, now fully undressed, went back into the bathroom. When she came out she saw Katrina was now naked as well. The Russian girl was standing up straight, but was obviously embarrassed.Kelly smiled at the girl and said, “Katrina, your body is glorious! It’s almost a crime to cover it.” Katrina was also a blonde, but where. The butt plug seemed to pump... pump... pump... into her ass with every little bump in the road as they drove. Her nipples pulsed with every tiny bounce and jiggle of the van. It was getting to be more and more difficult for Daniella to gauge the passage of time. Things just seemed to happen, and slide by. Like the trails of light on either side of the van, spelling "Dommmiiiiinnnniiicaaaaaaa..."Of course the name of the club was "Dominica's" -- at least, as far as Daniella could tell. She had. Would you not consider it a sin to leave a neighbor in a burning building? Then was it not a greater sin to let him burn for all eternity by allowing him to remain apart from the Church? I was raised, as was every other European of that day, and for the preceding millennium, with that Truth.But as Voltaire argued so well, which church? Roman? Episcopal? Anabaptist? Man cannot ever know with certainty anything of God other than his existence and his utter disregard for man's churches. All these. But he never made a move to suggest that we meet. He kept telling me how dark his mind was.He was taking my mind with him down the tunnel of blackness and depravity and he hadn’t even touched a hair on my head.Over the following two months the conversation got a little darker and then even more darker. It surprised me, because instead of turning me off, I became even more curious and excited. Curious about him and excited about what would happen if we met.I never found out his name or age or.