” “Oh,” said Mary. “I did not expect that.”“We all have something similar, depending on our religion. Sister Agnes has “Pax Vobiscum” ...nd the Asian ladies have something that I cannot read, it just seems to be squiggles, but they tell me it is a similar message in Arabic or Urdu or Thai. But I can’t stay here talking, I have to get on. Look, some of us ladies are having lunch on Sunday at the Westminster Hotel so perhaps you would like to join us? We meet at one o’clock and have a private room. ‘I will, Momma, I will.’ ~*~*~ Nineteen years later, Mari stood behind the curtain waiting for the speaker to finish her speech and announce her. She wore a dress that draped over her curves and fell from her hips to just above the black floor. It was a sparkling gold that shimmered like it had a life of its own and it complimented her lush red hair. She had died it a couple months ago. She was thinking about her mom and how that was the last time she had really ever seen her happy. Being. The cope was dropped down from the ceiling and I was shoved to the floor onto my knees. My wrists untied and brought behind me and tied to a bar. This bar was hauled up towards the ceiling forcing me to bend forwards. I tried to crawl forward for balance but my knees were tied apart to eye hooks on the floor on either side. I tried to hold my head up but it hurt. My ankles were placed in stocks elevating my feet pushing my knees into the floor more. I moaned. . " Dan began to say."But relax and don't fidget, or your nails will be fucked up. Now if theylook anything like your sister, then you're lucky to have their genes,"laughed Bianca as Marlene was working hard on his fingers. "She's stillgorgeous in her forties, and I've done her hair for years, so I know whatworks on her, meaning I've got a pretty good idea of what'll work on youtoday too, ok?" Sorry this is a lot to come to grips with," nodded Dan as she stretchedhis pinkie. "But that makes.