Yes, I know: fatty, greasy meat and skin, but damnit, it has some TASTE to it, especially when stuffed with apples, raisins and brown sugar, and baste... with a mixture of orange juice, soy sauce, and brown sugar!Patricia and Dolores, after small tastes and polite comments about the duck, stuck with the turkey. Felicia and I pigged out on the duck, sharing our gluttony and shaking our heads at the narrow-mindedness of the ladies. I also noticed that when the staff ate, the turkey went largely. “I can't believe there are that many replies already. I figured every pervert in 3 counties was already here.” one of them said.“They are both popular; and one hasn't even been wrecked yet.”Their voices from outside the door were muffled but understandable. Their conversation continued even as they stepped inside. “Well, I'd say Lisa is ready for her debut, and this one is due a thorough workout.”“.. imagine the replies on craigslist when we post pics and video of her abuse.”They looked us. Maureen spoke, too. I couldn't believe that for someone who was just shy of thirteen, she could be so wise. And I could see so much of her mother in her. I was so proud of my little girl. She was so strong, so eloquent. I knew that even though McKayla was gone, her spirit lived on in our daughter, whom she had raised to be her own.Ander and Brin stayed for a couple of days.Don and Suzie for a bit longer. The three of us sat at the kitchen table. Maureen had just left for school.The worst part. The events so far had sapped me but I knew I needed the food so I dug in and fully enjoyed everything. At least my entrance fee included gourmet food, I thought with a wry chuckle. As soon as I had finished my wine and the glass of water, the female, dressed all in black, appeared. “Time to go for your training lesson.”I stood up and she led me through another dark area that became lit as we walked into it. Sitting in a chair was a man, again all in black. The only thing I could tell about him.