I could see Marion trying desperately to contain herself. She was moments away from bursting out laughing. Angus just had an odd look about him, like ...e wondered what was going on. Rance had that same look, except a little more like a deer in the headlights.We dug into the breakfast, conversation at a minimum. Rance seemed to be concentrating on the food more than usual. I had a hunch the comments had unsettled him more than he would like to admit. As I picked up the empty plates and moved to. I couldn't help it. He looked like a jealous boyfriend and I laughed. “What is wrong with you?” “Mary, you were letting him take pictures of you like you were a fucking cum-slut!” “Whats the matter, Evan? Are you jealous?” Suddenly he flew into action. He grabbed me and pulled me into his bedroom. He went to his computer and started up a web-cam session in a chat room. He asked them if they wanted to see a slut get punished for being a filthy cum slut. Naturally, tons of people started. She sent visions of how She wanted things to be to Talia, who attempted to interpret them. These visions were imprecise which frustrated Talia when she tried to pin them down. She found that by working with Morgan's father she was able to formulate definitive guidelines. Between the two of them they created what amounted to a Talmud or Koran - general rules for daily living, only these made allowances for differences in opinion and local conditions. Since Talia had been Touched by the Goddess. "OK ... why didn't you tell me that you're going back home? I would've went with you. We promised to celebrate Christmas together, remember?" she said, sounding hurt."Sorry, something came up. Hey listen, do you know where mom put her jewelery box?" Maybe ... what are you planning to do with it?" she asked guardedly."I need to get something from the box. I've been looking around the house but couldn't find it."There was a pause. After awhile, I said into the mouthpiece, "Tell, you still there?".