‘Tom, I’ve been working on this case for some very dear friends of mine and, I hate to admit, it’s got me stumped. I’ve been chasing my tail f...r three months now. To be quite frank…I need the help of someone who’s not afraid to delve into the…let’s say ‘darker’ aspects of the paranormal. I need the area’s best psychic, my friend. I need you.’ Tom stepped out into the warm night and tilted his face skyward. His nostrils were assaulted by the nauseating smell of salt air, gunpowder and soured. That is so sweet of you to say and thanks for the dinner invite" Well I really mean it, you are sizzling hot." I was really eyeballing her hard. She had a push up bra that was making her tits stand straight out, she was darkly tanned and her ass was round and hard and riding high. Capped by high heels, she would have gotten top dollar as an escort. Between turning the steaks and checking the baked potatoes, I had to rearrange my hard cock often to keep it from sticking up or to the side.My. It's a good enough last orgasm." Quinn's blurry mind didn't register Taggert's words properly, her eyes focused in and out. "Last? I-" Taggert cut Jessy off. "You're correct in that we use their organs to control them," Harriet said,"but this is only step number one." She paused and opened another draw in the table, removing a large white syringe. "We have a much more direct way of dealing with them." She finished, raising a syringe into the light and giving it a quick tap. "What is that!". “Hi Sandy! Can I sit with you?” Jean asked as she walked up.Sandy appeared to be startled to see Jean when she looked up. Then she kind of nervously glanced around the gathering to see if anyone else was looking at them. Then another stunningly beautiful woman walked up to them. It was Bev Wilkens who was the mother of Justin’s best friend Brad. Bev had never had much to say to either Jean or Sandy since she considered them from a class that while one would tolerate one could never socialize.