“Remove your slacks.”She unfastened the button and pulled them down her legs and off.“Remove the panties.”She hesitated. She was breathing he...vily now, and I saw a slight tremble. Her eyes teared. Was she regretting the situation she agreed to?I spoke. “No. Don’t. I don’t want you to be afraid. I just wanted to soak in your beauty. But you don’t have to do it if you don’t want. It’s okay. This is enough. I release you from your obligation.”She sighed deeply and closed her eyes. Her. For a retirement day job he also worked as a purchasing manager for a supermarket chain and on Sundays he was a lay deacon at his local Southern Baptist church. My dad had a strong work ethic and never could sit around at home and never knew how to do just put in a 40-hour work week. Hell, living with my mother would drive anyone out of the house as much as possible!Again, I wasn't close with my father. We just had nothing in common with each other. He wasn't a bad man, neither angry of. At some point during the storm, I had linked to and controlled the place in her head. The best I can tell, I showed her how to make her shield around that place in her head pull in and convert the energy it needed, without being noticeable. Since we had gotten her pregnant, she learned how to take care of that problem the way Jane showed me. I didn’t show her how I can do it now. In the time she had been like us, she had figured out how to push some energy into things like lights and light. "With that, we made our way to the front where Marianne was waiting behind the desk. Without even asking she grinned at me and held out a security lock card saying, "Room 219, the same room as the vicar's daughter's."As we proceeded to the elevators, Jimmy asked, "What the hell was that about a vicars daughter?" It's a long story and I'm suddenly getting very impatient, Jimmy. I'll explain it all to you later."Stepping out of the lift on the second floor, we soon located room 219. Jimmy.