It was bigger than it had looked from the outside. There was a large kitchen, dining room, and living room all in one. There were also two bedrooms an... one bathroom. Mark and I shared a room with two three-quarter beds. After our arrival dad put on shorts and walked around barefooted like Mark. Mark’s feet were fairly dirty and dad joked with him about his strong musky smell.Apparently, Mark always had to be reminded to shower and with dad away over the previous few days, it appeared that Mark. "And, God answered, as he always does..." Confident now, Mark walked forward. Opening the school yearbook to the purple Bible study bookmark, he placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch. "Jesus showed me this picture."He heard gasps. The three on the couch leaned forward, cross necklaces hanging down. The other two left their seats, coming to kneel on the white rug on the other side of the coffee table. The Hispanic girl looked up at him with dark eyes."Do you know who we are?" No,". Had she gone too far? “What’s your name sweetheart?” he asked. “Stacy” she boldly answered. All fear was now replaced with excitement. He told her exactly what he had in mind. “Any woman that is with me does exactly what I say. You do what I tell you and only what I tell you. You follow all my instructions. If you do not comply, you will be punished. Are you sure you want to go through with this, or do you want to leave now? This is your last chance, Sweetheart. Are you staying or leaving?” She. The rain sizzled softly outside, hitting the pavement and pattering the windows. "Does this feel strange to you," Alison asked Danny, looking across at him attentively. "What, us having coffee together," Danny asked, unsure of Alison's meaning. "Yes, I mean I'm not with your dad anymore and your family hates me." "I'm not sure they hate you; I know I don't hate you," Danny said. "That's sweet Danny," Alison said softly, before lifting her steaming cup of coffee to her pursed lips, tentatively.