‘What do you think I’m doing?’ he asked. Ann shook her head and took a step back. ‘I…I don’t want this…it…it’s wrong,’ she stammer...d. ‘Is it any more wrong than what you’ve been doing with every other guy in town?’ her boss retorted angrily. ‘What…what are you talking about?’ Ann asked, stunned. ‘I’m talking about the two guys at the Buckaroo, and that guy who was over at your house yesterday, and your neighbor,’ he snapped. ‘You think I’m blind, do you, Ann? You think I don’t know what you’re. I give an almost imperceptible nod and thank God I did, your supple lips find mine, locking into place. Finally. That subtle perfume you got for Christmas (probably the only good thing that came out of your relationship with that boy) fills my senses, I feel light and tingly, ready to float to that ethereal realm guided only by the scent. You bite my neck; I gasp, grounded again and kiss you. Right beneath your earlobe, a little row of kisses from there, around your jaw, and back to your. "Does my little, cock sucking sweety like that?" she whispered in my ear."Oh yes!!, yes!! I gasped. She wiggled her hips sending waves of ecstasythrough my body and I knew I was on the verge of cumming again."Don't cum." she warned and I gritted my teeth in agony; determined toyield to her commands."I think you would make a real pretty girl. Would you like to be a prettygirl and be fucked and suck real cocks sweety?" If you want me too." I responded through clenched teeth without thought asto. He sucked in his cheeks with surprise.“What?” Gilly said.“The bottom of the page is a description of the three of us, an accurate description. The text doesn’t give our names but clearly this is Alin and you.”He handed the map to her. She produced her own flame and scanned the page. “This is bad,” she said. She handed the parchment back to Porter like it was poisonous.Porter had an obvious question. “Can priests read?”“Most are trained. The monastery in Timisoara has classrooms but not every.