Yet, somehow, Sandy felt that it would all turn out fine – Eve had been so assuring and seemed to know what was best. Somehow Sandy trusted her and ...as willing to follow her lead. Ironically, Sandy thought to herself that if the receptionist had been this incredibly persuasive just imagine what "the Mistress" could do!That rush of excitement that she had been trying to push to the back of her mind rushed back undeniably at that thought. Why was she so turned on by all of this?"So that's it, ". She spun around staring now seeing her way out. She walked cautiously towards the pathway.“Hello? Is… Is there anyone there? Dahlia? Izzy?” she was clinging to any hope, right now farfetched hope was better than none. She had to hold to something. She walked into the next room to see a room dimly lit by neon greens, purples and reds on the walls that formed psychedelic pictures of screaming clowns on the white walls. She started breathing heavily being completely freaked out by the room.. There was nothing special about this; they would have done it for any woman in a similar situation.That winter was pretty much normal with not much need for Cletus to provide food for the village. Now that every man had a repeating rifle, they were all capable of providing an adequate food supply for their lodges. This resulted in even greater alienation for Cletus. By the time spring rolled around, Cletus was a nonentity in the village. At first, Cletus ignored the treatment, but it finally. Well, at least there were no hassles with the law. Only thing it was about a four-hour drive. Well Alfred had a new Camaro and wanted to drive us. We agreed to go the next weekend. We still all lived at home so we made up a story that we were going fishing and would be gone all weekend. At this time nobody thought any different. So on Friday afternoon Alfred picked me and Richard up and we were off. At first I didn’t think the drive would be much. As I found out sitting in a cramped Camaro for.