“How do you take your coffee love?” Marek asked her.“The same as you, just black with a little sugar.”“Um, so where did all this come from M...rek, you didn’t just think this place up on the spot.”Marek chuckled and handed Heather a cup of coffee.“No, not even overnight. Um, I think I last visited here when I was nineteen, and probably only half a dozen times from seventeen to nineteen, before that I lived a lot of my life here.”“Like I said my parents worked long hours, they were illegal. Zaaijer's former patients.We are making sure they are all alright."The police had been looking for Dr. Zaaijer since just after hedisappeared. They had found some 'evidence' but they didn't know what wasreally happening."I assure you, myself and my family are perfectly OK. There isn'tanything wrong with any of us. We are actually doing better than ever." Are you sure?" I'm sure." That is what your husband said when we talked to him. But we needed tomake sure. Can we talk to your daughter about. I've always wanted to meet you. You can go ahead and try, but first, I think you need to spend some time with Katie."Katie was beginning to stir. I sent everyone out of the room except Becky and me, and I had Becky sit over on the other side of the room, out of sight, until Katie had recovered. Katie opened her eyes, saw me and, crying, threw her arms around me in a death grip. I held her, rubbed her back, whispered sweet nothings in her ear. She finally looked at me with big, scared. I said ‘It kind of hurts but don’t pull out. Let’s roll ‘. He said he would never pull out, told me the tightness around the bottom of his tip was incredible. The next thing I know I’m back in missionary with my legs locked around his waist and having a mind blowing vaginal orgasm. It’s still terribly uncomfortable and I’m loving every moment. Roger is now well beyond just head deep in my uterus and he is not moving at all. Just holding still focused on my face. He tells me this is going to.