The fact that man had satanic urges was only too evident in deeds and events, as he studied history and saw examples in his own life. But for his part... he was far more inspired with the world up the canyon than he ever was in church.Thus, on a bright early summer morning, with his war surplus laced-canvas, wooden pack frame and the olive-drab canvas packsack fitted to it, he set out for a short visit with Jim and Vi Brightman; then he'd take off for couple days of fishing and hiking up the. He sipped on his soda listening to Jill who said when Julie came home they would have dinner here and after that Jill was free to go with Pat for the weekend. Pat could see that Jill was in her element being with her grandchildren and enjoyed what she was doing.Julie did come home from work and after some introductions they had dinner. She was a good looking woman and a confident person who seemed to be very satisfied in life working as a surgical nurse. She did say she missed and worried about. I willingly moved my hand away, revealing part of my stiff shaft. “Fun.” She finished.“Don’t worry.” Steve interjected. “There’s no one else in the building. We locked up.”“Yup, and I don’t see a ring on this finger.” Sarah said, now touching my left hand and pulling it aside as well. “And she’s really looking!” Steve said with a chuckle.“So… what do you say, big boy?” She asked blatantly.She was standing quite close to me now, grazing her fingers over my chest, abs and arms. She was switching. All three showed signs of occupation, but no one was around.I was grateful to find myself dressed in clothing again, and briefly wondered if it was normal to tip a 'guardian' who followed instructions exceptionally well. I sat up and laced on my boots before wandering out into the hallway. I found a nurse sitting at the desk out front; she was surprised to see me, and her face went pale when I walked up to the desk. Her eyes searched my face, and I wondered what on Earth she could be so scared.