We've taken all the toiletries and personal items out and placed them in the dresser or vanity," Jillian said, leading them back into the bedroom.Agai..., speaking only to Chrissy, Jillian cheerfully provided careful instructions. "Please take a few minutes to shower and freshen up, and change into your choice of costumes."Jillian touched Chris on the arm when she said "your choice" as though to emphasize that it was her decision alone."When you've removed all your current clothing, please place. While he fucked Cathy, her daughter kissed him with passion. When she broke the kiss, she looked at Matilda and stuck her tongue out.Matilda knew not to argue. She knew her father would beat her up ... and her little brother as well. She helped Bobby get comfortable in his chair and then sat down. Whatever appetite she had was gone. She felt nauseous as her father fucked the woman a few feet from her and her baby brother.It didn't take long, and soon her father grunted and thrust into Cathy one. The pounding of my head seems to be in a cadence that matches her name. Chloe. Chloe. Every fucking beat. I’m going to take some sleep aids and go to sleep ’til work tomorrow. *** I looked up from the journal entries that Stephanie had given me from over the weekend and stifled my urge to sigh. Sighing wouldn’t be professional under the circumstances. Instead I gave her that careful patient look that sometimes elicits gushes of words from those patients of mine that have a great deal to say but. "Wilson?" Yes sir?" Arrange for a small gathering at the warehouse in one hour, we're going to be testing a new weapon." Very good sir."Looking at his watch he wondered if he had enough time to contact Mr. Castaway about Ms. Destine's offer. He decided against it, because if it turned out to be nothing special then he would be blamed... but if it turned out to be something useful, and succeeded in killing a Gargoyle then he would get the credit!Outside the Quarrymen's Headquarters:Her driver.