" He pulled on the draft handle, drew a beer, and set it on the bar in front of Josiah. "Reason I snorted is that it didn't exactly go like the Sherif... said." What's the truth of the matter Mr. Couch?"Jim wiped down the bar with a towel and looked at Josiah. Man's got the south in his voice, Couch thought. Not a Texas twang, maybe he lived in Georgia or Alabama; but he's from the south for sure. Course there's still a lot of those southern boys drifting through Texas; even now, ten years after. She took a nice drag, held it for a second and slowly exhaled it toward me. "We have to keep that very, very quiet. I talked to Lisa and she agrees. So, whatever you do, don't tell any of your friends what happened. Ok"?"Of course" I said. "There's no way I'd say anything."After eating a slice and half of pizza, Ash grabbed another Marlboro Light, lit it, stood up and walked to her room. She playfully shook her ass as she walked down the hallway. When she got to her bedroom doorway, she turned. ” but her body didn't seem to care that she didn't know this man, that he was here for his own pleasure and who knew what plans he had for her. She was on the brink of coming, her body shuddering and quaking, when he stopped and lifted his head. “See, you whore, you want it. Don't try to tell me you don't. But I'm not letting you come just yet.” He moved up the bed again, ignoring her denials and pleadings, and paused with his cock just in front of her face. “Now, bitch, don't get any clever. .. OOOH, I got it! A Cult!" Trish shouted the idea with a huge smile creasing her face."A cult?" I asked, not quite certain where she was going with this."Yeah, in Utah, they've got these ... well, mom always called em cults. Anyway there are these fundie groups that totally keep women like they were slaves. They have no ID, or anything, except what their husbands allow. Oh, and they get married like when they're sixteen..." I know exactly zero about Utah." I pointed out."We just say you.