"Melody, you are at the Ropeville hotel, this is your themed holiday. I have to ask you first do you want to continue with it." Melody nodded her head... "You realise that this is the only time you're be able to back out, and after this you're committed to the full time?" This slightly scared her but she nodded anyway. The woman smiled at her."Okay Melody, before we continue with this I have to examine you, if you will undress for me - so that I can make sure there are no bruises from the trip.". "Watch your language. And keep it down."Abigail stuck her tongue out at her sister and then turned to the task at hand. "Try that one on first. The blue nightie."Analise grabbed the slinky number and disappeared into the bathroom. A minute later, she called quietly into the room. "Ja-ack ... Jack, are you awake?"Abigail glanced over at her husband. Her heart melting as she looked at him, his features softened with sleep. They'd been out to dinner before Analise's shower, and Jack decided to. Jack was dead, at least from a professional standpoint, there was no getting around it. ‘Fuck me’, he grumbled to himself in abject misery. ‘All because of a fucking training course that turned into a training course on fucking.’ Jack made preparations in anticipation of the inevitable by grabbing a few small personal belongings in the event they would have him escorted directly from the building, and he sat and watched the clock click, agonizingly slowly, towards the witching hour, 9 a.m., the. I sat prim and proper, my feet and knees together like momma always usta tell me to, my hands in my lap, my back straight.Poppa turned his radio back up. It was, as usual, the farm weather report out of Chicago. He listened to the weather news as serious as some people listened to a radio preacher man. He even wrote down something sometimes on a pad of yellow paper he kept handy.I tried not to fidget, tried not to look at the clock every other tick. I listened to the radio voice and tried to.