“Let’s get you outside.”Ginger eagerly followed me down the hall and as I passed the spare bedroom I looked in, expecting to see Marissa asleep,...but the bed was empty and hadn’t been slept in. “Was she on the couch?“ I wondered. I plodded on. The house seemed empty. She wasn’t on the couch.Opening the French doors to let Ginger out, I said loudly, “Marissa?” to an apparently empty house. Was she still at the neighbors? Ginger looked at me questioningly as she crouched over the lawn to pee. “I. “Keith said to go around the left side and there’ll be a checkpoint.”“That must be it.” They approached a barricade with a guard and a sign reading, Backstage Pass Required Beyond This Point. Aja produced her pass and the guard let her through.Jason paced around the grounds near the checkpoint. He glanced at the stage and saw Aja along with band members and some technical crew. A short time later he saw her emerge from the checkpoint. “I left my bag in the dressing room,” she said. “It’s not so. " They all knew the risks before we entered that warehouse. I gave each and every one of those officers the choice to stand down if they wished and all were willing to potentially make that sacrifice." It still wasn't your call to make Officer, you let your emotions rule your head and now..." I let my emotions rule my head? You think so? Of course I let my fucking emotions rule my head! That bitch, that psychopath turned my wife into ... she made her..." I'm sorry I didn't mean to bring up. My wife did a slow turn so that I could check her out. At thirty-six she was incredibly beautiful and even better looking than when I had first married her. I asked my wife to show me that she had nothing extra on underneath. She simply lifted her dress up to her neck and stood there as I took in her naked beauty. After a good thirty seconds or more I told her that she could lower her dress. Then I asked Carol to prove to me that she too was braless and pantyless. Reluctantly she grabbed her.