”“What time?”“Let’s say two.”“I’ll see how my day goes.” And then I closed the message box and logged out.FUCK Tina, what the hell w...s that all about? Why do you want to see that again? Are you really that perverted or kinky or whatever? Or are you just horny?I closed my laptop, lay back and slid my hand inside my panties. A few seconds later, I was moaning and bucking my hips. I must have been louder than I intended, “Need some help with that?” Angie asked from across the room.I’d already. Is the Church of Landers part of any denomination?”“It comes from the German and Dutch protestant churches. Pastors are trained at approved schools and appointed by the Bishop. The King appoints the Bishop from among the pastors.”“Oh. That’s different but I guess it works. Will we be allowed to participate fully?”Roger grinned. “Without a doubt. My father is the titular head of the church and has so proclaimed it. We met with the Bishop while you were out causing trouble.”“We weren’t causing. He laid his hands on my stomach, above my hips and caught me. He was laying both hands on me, taking full support from his hand grip on my tummy area. He was pressing me hard. I was dumb struck for a few moments. I finished that work soon, before it went too far. One afternoon he complained that the AC machine wasn’t working in his room. And I asked him to sleep in my bedroom. In the middle of my sleep I felt someone touch me. I woke up, but didn’t open my eyes fully. I could feel his hand on. It took a few seconds for her mind to process everything I had just told the detective. I could see the wheels slowly turning."How come I never heard of this so-called agreement?" demanded June indignantly."Because that is what the word 'unspoken' means, Dear," I quickly responded. "If we had discussed it, I would have said that you and I had a verbal agreement, and if we had it notarized and signed, it would have been a written agreement. Ours was unspoken." Well, it would have been nice if I.