”“You too, Eli. It sure is good to have you here. It’s like I’m talking to your dad all over again when he was young. I want to hear some more...of those stories about him and the big family too.”“We’ll have plenty of time to talk. See you in the morning, Marshal.”After Marshal Hopkins had walked through the door of the hotel, Eli stood in the street alone.Once more he felt the need to be more watchful as he instinctively reached up to touch his medicine chain. He’d never experienced this feeling. I could hear the muffled moans and cries of others in the van who I could only assume were gagged as well.We drove for what I estimate to be 6 or 7 hours, though I couldn't tell for sure. When we got there, our cuffs were unlocked, our blindfolds and gags removed, and we were led out of the van. We were in a large open room that was well lit. We were told to strip and stand in a straight line and not to budge. Then the two men, who I only got a brief look at, took all our bags and went off to. " Say it like you mean it, Trevor."He pulled his head up and looked her in the eye. His lower lip quivered a bit, but he took a deep breath and steadied himself. "Yes, Aunt Alex. It will never happen again."She looked away. "Well, that's settled," she said to the wall.Trevor hauled himself to his feet and started to leave. He heard the soft swish as Aunt Alex whirled on the couch. "Wait just a minute, young man!"He faced her. "What? You said it was settled?" Well, yes, that we won't tell your. “Merita,” I groaned. “Don’t remember that stuff. I’m trying to control my tentacles, not let them out.”Sorry, sorry.Tabitha stopped pulling up her second stocking and stared at the writhing tentacles. She squirmed, lust burning in her green eyes. I could almost hear her thoughts. Wow, I love those tentacles, and they’re dripping in Etta’s juices. It would be so hot to lick them right now. We don’t need to go to classes. We can be truant and enjoy ourselves.I concentrated and my tentacles.