Joan soon realized that something was missing, however; the cheesyplastic tombstones with "R.I.P" emblazoned on them, a Halloween staplethat turned up...at every milestone party for the Sheriff's Office.She looked around the room and said, "You didn't have to keep thetombstones in the closet to spare my feelings. He's been gone sevenyears, you know." Uh, what are you talking about Jo?" It was Becky, the jailreceptionist. She was one of Joan's closest friends, but a terribleliar.Joan rolled her. I prayed for guidance and for thanks for keeping me safe, I also prayed for Sister Cynthia to make a full recovery.I stayed on my knees, basking in the glow of Kassandra's presence. My reverie was interrupted by the scurrying footsteps of the novices on various errands. I was wondering how long they would let me rest here before I had to face the music. I didn't have long to wait. Stately footsteps approached from behind me. I figured that this was the High Priestess, and I did not want to make. Her made up face always done in a fashion toaccent her dazzling green eyes and shiny red hair, capped with a finepair of shades. Truly an Irish rose, Claire noted with hidden glee.Though, Stella wasn't too bad on the eyes either. The shy Italian girlwas a bit waifish but her long flowing dark hair concealed a futurebeauty in the making. She had on a simple white one piece dress withbangles upon her wrist and simple 1 inch mini heels. "Oh yes. MissGinger..... this is quite a sight to see! I have. Instead, he took my hand and, saying, “I think we need to go upstairs,” he led me to the bed room. He sat on my vanity stool and stood me in front of him. He reversed my father’s process, I got my lecture first.“Abbie, I deserve more respect than was shown this evening, please let’s not have a repeat performance,” he said and he bent me over his knees.My cocktail dress came up and my panties came down and I got ten of his best. He hit harder than Daddy, the tears in my eyes were real but so.