Every single one of them shook my hand and muttered condolences as they filed out past mum and I and for that little show of respect, we both sat down...and wrote out thank you cards to them all when we got home with a list from the local vicar and the help of Fred who was turning out to be a valuable friend!We flew out three days later to Spain leaving behind a mass of diggers and earth movers beavering away under Fred's watchful eye, mum had stopped bleeding by then but I was still concerned. We got into the shower and I tipped her head into the spray to wash the cum off her face. When I thought I got it all I off, I slowly washed her hair. Her hair was as soft as velvet. She was purring from how soft I was rubbing her hair. I just couldn't help touching her anyway I could. I felt a type of internal connection with her. We were to the point we could actually know what the other person was thinking or wanted without the other one telling us. Just to be a little humorous when she was. Flexible, but virtually unbreakable. With her right wrist captured as well, she realizes she in big trouble, and screams.A third one slithers from the wall, across the floor, and catches both of her ankles. Losing balance, Agnes falls on the sleek floor, though her landing is softened by the limbs holding her in place. She squirms, trying to escape, terrified by what comes next, but the grip on her hurts at the smallest movement, it’s so tight.“Z-zion, please, stop!”“I’m afraid I must assist. She had a small gym bag with her, like she was ready to head home. "You have two choices, Jack. Choice number one, you get up and get dressed and walk out of here. I'll file a report of this incidence with my manager, and maybe with the police. At the very least, your membership here will be revoked." My eyes widened at the word "report", got bigger with "manager", and showed pure panic when she mentioned the police. "Uh...what is my other choice?" I couldn't believe how much less confident I.