"Inside is a picture of a young woman," Cecily told him. "But who is it, I wonder? Is she my sister, or perhaps my mother when young. That's the quest...on I need you to answer, Mr. Pendrill. You have thirty minutes to discover the truth and to give me a name. That's all that I need from you: a name. It's straightforward, uncomplicated and the clock is now ticking. Unless you give me the young lady's name, I must drop you from the program and you will kiss goodbye to a life in the Special Forces.. ?Slamming on the breaks he pulls over. Leaning over the seat he slaps me saying, ?No slut you’re the one that fucking gets off on being humiliated by people like me.?Tasting blood in my mouth I pull away afraid that he’ll hit me again. As my back hit’s the car door I start begging him saying, ?Please I’m sorry. Don’t him me again. I didn’t mean anything. Please don’t hurt me.?Grabbing the front of my shirt he pulls me close and growls saying ?Shut the fuck up bitch. You are going to pay for. .......................As we adjust our pants, Fr. Joe takes the portable cd player and thenwe head downstairs to the old chapel, which has been out of use for manyyears. Stripped of statues, the old chapel is still basically intact. I sitin an old creaking pew as Fr. Joe lights a number of candles. A few of theold overhead lights are on, but many bulbs are burned out, so the light issomewhat dim. Fr. Joe positions a footstool by the old altar. As my cockpounds again in my pants, Fr. Joe slips. She seemed unusually focused and very determined. I had never seen this serious side of Gypsy before. As we neared the lawyer's office door, Gypsy realized we had made it with several minutes to spare. She looked at me and took a deep breath, then finally gave me that classic sultry Gypsy smile. We stepped inside and told the receptionist who we were to see. She placed a quick call and said, "Mr. Jamail will see you now." "Gypsy! How are you my dear?" the lawyer said, giving her a warm embrace.