Now the art sales on The Globe were nothing like those on mere cruise lines. The Globe condo owners were sophisticated, experienced, savvy. The artwor... for sale was more valuable, the prices certainly reflected that.The cruise lines were still recovering from previous auction scandals. The artwork was shipped months after it had been promised. The frames were missing or damaged. Some pieces were proven to be forgeries. There were shills bidding the prices up. Many cruise line buyers. " I hadn't thought of it, but it makes sense. There's bound to be people who were traveling from L.A. who got converted."Alice smacked her forehead with her palm. "Of course. We had loads of businessmen who stayed at our Holiday Inn. I don't remember any from Los Angeles." I do," said Rita."Anyway. There are over one hundred worshipers here. They have a small church, and would like us to attend services, this Sunday."Kay smiled. "Of course. Get the address. Tell them we'll be there."Don't. That was what got her in her current predicament. And allowed them to get closer... Yet there she was, transferred away, quickly silenced for her disorderly sense of justice, her tendencies to search too far and wide for truths better-kept secret.Finally, they reached the strip, and he released her from his grip, only for a moment, to come face to face with her. His eyes delved deep into hers, as nightlife sleepily slowed around them, and the grizzly amber tint of the light post above them. His finger replaced his tongue as it teasingly flickered over her clit. One touch and her body jolted to the sensitive feeling.Abby moaned sensually, eyes closed, with a contented smile on her face, a hand lightly to her lover’s head, knees bent, trying to take him deeper. She pushed against his fingers as if they were a miniature cock.“Mmm, I love you eating my pussy, Daddy. It feels so fucking good!” Encouraged by her spoken desires, he put more energy into pleasing his young lover. Now his.