So Seeing Grace’s car parked outside the shop that night was a little bit of a surprise, but not much. Last I’d heard she and Gabriel were on the ...uts after she found out about his two year double fiesta with Wendy. I walked in and set my book bag down in the office listening for the sound of Grace’s voice. Nothing. I walked into the shop and found it also strangely quiet. Ever since my dad had begun teaching Gabriel the in’s and out’s of car repair he’d barely left the shop. But the familiar. She had a lovely smile."Good Morning. Say, haven't I seen you at Still Waters?" Yes. I'm Mary. I spend a lot of time here, now. How are you? " Fine, thanks. This is for Mr. Chance. Will you sign for it? Number four." Sure. He's busy right now... Here you are." Thanks, see you again. Thanks for using Federal Express." Bye."After the woman had closed the gate behind her, Mary hung up the robe and took the envelope to Ken."You had a look at the girl from Federal? She's a knockout." Yes, she is.. I was still so wet and could feel the beginnings of another orgasm as I played with my little bud. I wanted him inside me again, but more than that, I wanted him to come inside me. He was still stroking himself, watching me, but I could see the need, my need, reflected in his eyes. He was a man approaching the limits of his tolerance and I was only too happy to help him out. I moaned aloud now, letting my need show as I teased my clit. My hips were moving up and down on my fingers, my movements. A cruel smile crossed the woman’s face and she nodded at Joseph. He returned the gesture.“I would like to be heard!” a man said as he tried to push his way through the crowd. He wound up pushing the wrong person and landed on his ass in the dirt.“Vergill,” Elena muttered.“Let the man through,” Jonathan said. The crowd grudgingly parted and the priest, a large red welt over his cheek, walked forward unsteadily.“Who are you?” Jonathan asked.“I am Father Vergill, prior of the Most Holy Serrat,”.