”“Tha…tha…thanks” she said between her quiet sobbing.He continued to keep the gun pressed to her head. His hand travelled slowly down her bo...y, tracing a line over her abs. He reached lower until a couple of fingers rested on her dark pubic hair. This caused her to really start to sob. His hand went lower until they were rubbing slowly over her vaginal lips. Stroking them gently, he took one of his fingers and put it slowly into her. He moved it around for a bit and then inserted another. I’m going home. Call me at fourthirty and send me a car to take me to the Episcopal Church forthe meeting with the religious leaders. Thanks, honey.” He slipped on his coat and strode out of his office to theparking lot, hopping into his dark blue Pontiac and speeding offfor home. Rhett Wilkerson was a strikingly handsome man for his age.At forty-two, he had dark brown hair and scorching brown eyes, setin a ruggedly handsome face. He looked easily ten years youngerthan he. Marc and I had just barely gotten into the room when she pulls up. I had called her and told her the room number and when she knocked at the door, we knew who it was. She walks in and says, "This looks interesting" She kicked off her heels and fixes a drink. I told her that we had just gotten there a moment before and she says, Maybe I should have waited so you guys could get better aquainted" Then she gave us a knowing wink.There was a disturbance of some kind in the parking lot and we. More than often there was a girl staying over in his room. We kind of developed a silent pact that I would not tell about him to our parents. I thought atleast someone in the family is having a good time. We were not very close as kids, but my brother grew fond of me for this act. There was a growing friendship, passing of smile, peck on the forehead, taking me out for snacks or dinner, or just some Rum, Coke, Chips and Chitchat at home. It was one of these chitchat sessions, we were laughing.