Holly finished playing with herselfHolly: I'm sure you have room and time for dessert.Taylor: Im gonna go upstairs to take a shower. My husband will g...ve u the money that we need to giveHolly:OkayTaylor went upstairs to take a shower.Holly went upstairs to their room to talk to BradHolly knocked on the door. Holly:Guess who Brad: Holly go back downstairs. Its time for you to leaveHolly: Awwww whyyyyy I wanted to talk to youBrad:We can talk downstairs Holly: Why can't we talk in here. in the. "My name is Ms. Jackson," the redhead began, "and I'd appreciate it if what I'm about to say is kept confidential." Fine. . ." You respond, the concern showing in your voice. At this point you wished the Hispanic woman would say something, if only to shake up the strange feeling he's getting about this conversation."Have you ever heard of a group called SRFH?" Can't say I have, government thing?" Not even remotely. When we started we called ourselves the 'Serial Rapists For Hire', the name. You cough, snort, spit and nearly puke. You can feel clammy slime clinging to you everywhere. You feel like you're submerged it with only your face free. You flail, find purchase on something solid, and stumble forward, out of the slime.You collapse onto the concrete floor immediately and about that time your motions trigger some automated lights to kick on. Your surroundings aren't familiar at first. You're in a small concrete room dominated by the large, clear-slime-filled vat you just came. There were also some dates written on them. Most were from at least 50 years ago and she wondered what could've happened way back then that would affect her life today. After all at her age it wasn't likely to mean a lot to her now. Still, why had her father wanted to wait til now for Jessie to give this all to her? She guessed that she'd find out soon enough.Returning to her seat in the recliner, she opened the first album and the first thing she saw was a photo of her mother. But it wasn't.