"Oh!" I replied turning back and looking at Aunty Pam. I could feel my cheeks starting to blush. "I hope you don't object to what I did Becci. I was j...st trying to make you comfortable." "Of course, she doesn't," Aunty Pam said looking me straight in the eyes. "After what she saw and learnt about her family last night, I doubt there is anything left for her to complain about. She knows everything John. What I didn't tell her I'm sure Paul filled in the missing parts. Am I right, Becci?" Paul. She was genuine with her words. Just what the fuck is this&hellip,? Shes gotta be a special kid&hellip, Clark felt bad for the thought. Then the girl grabbed his head and kissed him. For a moment his mind was blank. Then he felt the questions start to pour in. What the fuck? What is she&hellip, the kiss halted abruptly as the girl pulled back and grinned at him. Head better? Clark halted before asking this random chick what the fuck she was doing and realized that his head was better. He no. I smiled.His final escort was Nastya. She was visibly older than the other two, who might’ve been teenagers. Her Emma Frost lingerie was practically immaculate. The X cut out of her top suggested that the remains of the outfit probably had to be glued onto her tits. Her lips were painted a subtle blue. Her eye makeup was a little overdone and more than a little messy from the night. She must’ve had seven inch heels in those skyscraper leather platform boots of hers. She was rubbing the young. She embraced her mother and they took their seats as service was about to begin. It had been a few months since DJ had been to Sunday services with her mother, and she noticed that the congregation had grown. DJ leaned over to her mother and whispered, “the church has really grown and it‘s looking rather nice”. Her mother just nodded and said “Every since the new minister and his family have been here, the pastor has made quite a few improvements”. DJ noticed how the service was seeming more.