I understood that completely. I loved my girls!Later that night, just before we went to bed, Megan called to let me know she had arrived safely and wa... settled in. She was mostly better. She and Michelle had been going over the data Michelle had so far from the site and they were excited about it. I knew getting into the project would take her mind off her sorrows. Megan confessed that poor Michelle really had her hands full when she first got there, but, being the wife of a Secret Service. ....he reached into his suit coat pocket, removed hisbillfold and handed each of us five one-hundred dollar bills. Kelly and I looked at each other and as if to say "Well, we've gone this far, so what the hell, let's do just do it." So the three of us headed toward the elevator that would take us to his hotel room.During the ride up in the elevator he stood behind me and as he bent down to whisper "By the way my name is Warren." I couldfeel the palm of his hand as he slid it across the cheeks. It was my first meeting with the group... and probably my last. A halfdozen would be girls and a psychologist slash moderator. A little roomat the drop in refuge centre where meetings were held once a week. Ihad, after much soul searching, made a phone call to Lifeline and aftera bit of umming and ahhing had finally admitted the reason for the call.And here I was, a stranger amongst relative strangers. Though I guesseda few were regulars. At least I had dressed the part. Somewhat clumsilyand. As I was stepping out, mom told me that if I was going anywhere out please put something decent on. I ignored that, but mom told me that I shouldn't come back till my hubby returned. I walked outside and till now I haven’t gone back home for staying at night. I just visit them often or even with some guys when mom and dad was not there. Anyway when it was time for my hubby to return, my mom asked me to come back because my hubby did not know what a slut I was, and mom and dad would not tell him.