"Thin, see through."Pause."And are your panties wet?"She shivered a little. She wanted to hang up, but she wanted to give in, to this voice, this desi...e."I..." she crossed her legs and the dripping wetness of her body washed over her like a wave. She moaned, slightly, softly."I'm so wet. I'm always so wet. I've been dreaming of, of hands on me, of..." Shhh..."She was quiet."Are your finger nails long?"She was surprised, not at all what she'd expected, though she had no idea what to expect in. I have to admit I'd started to think about what kind of uses I might be able to put my gift to. I'd also started referring to it (at least to myself) as my talent rather than gift. Gifts were supposed to be good things, fun and enjoyable (if you didn't include clothes you got from family at birthdays and Christmas). I hadn't been able to think of one fun thing I could do with my talent.The knocking on my door jarred me from my semi-awake state. It was too soft to be my Dad, Ivan or Granddad, so. After a few minutes, Dad said, “We have time before dinner. I want to be serious about tomorrow’s hearing for a moment. I want to hear the complete story from you two and get your thoughts on why you think this is occurring the way it is.”Agnes spoke. “Melody is my roommate and was Mike’s girl. He had controlled her in high school including forcing her to have sex with friends of his. Complaints filed by Melody went nowhere because Mike’s father is police chief where they’re from. It had gotten. I say that to explain why there was no one on the street, or in any of the neighboring buildings, at 5AM.After the sniper opened the trunk I said, "Now Dante unless you enjoyed the feeling of that tazer, you need to go quietly, because I have one ready to hit your black ass again." If you are going to talk rough to a man, hit all his hot buttons.We moved him inside and sat him at the metal dining table/work bench. Since there were plenty of holes for bolting things to the table, securing Dante.