Sophie’s call on Wednesday evening and our WhatsApp video session were pretty good too, but it was not until Friday came that I was really and truly...proven wrong. It could get better.I had gone home for the day, having left Sophie to lock up. I went for a nice long jog through the park and got back to my house at around 6:30 PM.Just as I entered the door, my phone rang. It was Sophie.“Doc, sorry to call you now, but I need someone to talk to, do you mind?” she asked.“Of course not, Sophie,” I. 'Well, I always want to do whatever I can so that you always want me.' 'You'll always be able to count on me to deliver your pussy to you, just the way you like it' as coy as she could be, she continued. 'You know I love you?' 'Yes' I whispered'And you trust me? She said as she grabbed her phone. 'Yes, why?' I said'Cuz I want to give you something that I know you're going to love!''The guy I fucked that night was Jimmy, I'm calling him right now! He's been sexting and calling me recently. She had only been into town once before with her father when they first arrived at this new camp. There were a few little shops and also a butcher shop. She'd pick up a nice bone for Riko. She'd buy her father a pack of his favorite tobacco too, if she could find it. She loved having money for little extras, not just the necessities of life.She had walked for a mile or so when she heard a motor- car coming up behind her in the distance. One didn't see too many of them so she knew by the sound.. Just enough to be more interesting to the opposite sex, but not enough to lose sight of who you are.”“Speaking of the ‘opposite sex’,” I said, “I’m going out with Tasha after Vespers on Wednesday.”“When are you going back, Mikey?”“Sunday afternoon. I have to work Monday morning.”“I’m glad you’re home.”“Me, too.”December 23, 1981, West Monroe, Ohio“Where are you two going?” Deacon Vasily asked.“The usual place,” I said. “Marie’s. And then to Yellen’s, if that’s OK.”“It’s a bit cold for ice.