I thank God that the therapist talked her out of having me in the room during her therapy session. I’m not sure I could have dealt with it a second ...ime. As it was, I was mobbed and hugged by my SEs (spousal equivalents), as well as the rescued girls. It was suppertime before Stella and her younger daughter, Nicole, reappeared. Two shifts of agents had already eaten supper, leaving mostly family and employees, whom I considered extended family, for the final shift. I could see Stella trying to. I gave him the short version, and asked him to change the locks and give me three sets of keys. I also asked him NOT to give a set to Julee if she should drop by to ask for one. He agreed readily."Blood is thicker than water, Cal." He agreed, and we shook on it. Dennis is one of the good guys, and I know I can depend on him through thick and thin.I then called the furniture store, and ordered a new kingsized bed to replace the defiled queensize that Julee and I had shared.Cyn waited patiently. "I'm here to see Nicole," I said."Do you have an appointment?" Appointment? You're kidding. I just wanted to give her this," and I pointed to the package I held."What's your name?" George Washington" That's not funny. Are you a cop?" I'm not a cop. Tell Nicole that Kurt is here." Wait here. I'll see if Nicole is available."As I waited, it was obvious there was no party. In fact, the place didn't exactly look like someone permanently lived there. I'd say it resembled a rental, even a bit spooky.. As though from far away she could hear herself protesting “No, stop, please stop, you can't, you mustn't...” but her body didn't seem to care that she didn't know this man, that he was here for his own pleasure and who knew what plans he had for her. She was on the brink of coming, her body shuddering and quaking, when he stopped and lifted his head. “See, you whore, you want it. Don't try to tell me you don't. But I'm not letting you come just yet.” He moved up the bed again, ignoring her.