’ I was hearing a voice, a soft whisper. But not all around me. It was inside me. ‘What… who are you,’ I whispered, shuddering. ‘You will r...member in time,’ the whisper replied. I can’t describe things like pitch and timbre. It was all in my head. But it was human, and male. Very male. ‘Don’t… don’t make me forget again. Please. This hypnosis. Please.’ ‘No more forgetting. You are mine now, mine at last.’ ‘I don’t und-‘ ‘There is not much time. This with the blood will not last long.’ ‘Wait.. Willie was large enough to take me by himself and now he had his angry buddy James who was determine to swab my mouth with his meat one way or another. I thought of trying to make a dash to the garage and yell out to the neighbors but Willie was standing directly in my path. I figured the only way to get thru this was to get it over with as quickly as possible and get them out of here before my wife returned from her golf game. Reluctantly, I took my shirt off and tossed it over the chair. Then. We sat there, the waitress brought our coffee. I noticed that the one guy sitting facing us was glancing down at Sharon's legs under the table, he would have a clear view.I looked down at Sharon's skirt, it was pulled down almost to her knees. "Peek?" I whispered. She looked at me and then the guy, an older fellow around 40 or so. Then she reached down and pretended to scratch her leg, moving her hemline up about halfway in the process. Then she carelessly let her knees part a few inches.I saw. But the climb was not finished. Inside, stairs continued to wind through the rock with occasional landings that opened onto candlelit rooms with paintings on nearly every surface. They paused in Brother El’s personal quarters where Wesley was handed a black robe and small hat.“I take it my expedition clothing is inappropriate for church,” Wesley chuckled as he slipped the robe on. “Am I supposed to keep the hat on throughout the service?”“Brother John, do you know anything of the art of.