We went through the door, into the theater. The sounds of a girl getting fucked filled the room. The place was mostly lit by the screen, so it took a ...hile for our eyes to adjust. I could hear the creak of seats as people turning to look at us. Scanning the patrons quickly I looked for Aurora's dad. I knew her dad was in here somewhere, but didn't see him.I figured that he came to this place when I went through his browser history. This places social media page was visited more then a few. Hell, they really never did. Even though they didn't like it, they bowed to their master's will and put the hoods on.An hour into the flight, Jim had his pets remove their hoods so they could enjoy the rest of the trip.They made their cell phone calls to Courtney and Melissa as they approached the same Upstate South Carolina airport they had left a little over a month and a half ago. Trina's friend Melissa, agreed to come right away. She was told to be there at 8:30 PM. At that time, it would. So I finished thirteen stokes under, eleven in front of the closest player, one of ours, helping us to win this major tournament. Fred and Terry accepted the big trophy with all of us standing behind them. My teammates kept trying to push me to the front. They knew something was coming. The announcer from the previous nights called me to the front. He handed me a large envelope and congratulated me for the low score.“We hand out one of these every year to the senior who does the best. I knew. "I nodded."Do you feel embarrassed about the way I look now?" she asked."No, no, but somehow ... I need to help you.She gave me a weak smile and continued to examine the ceiling with her good eye."Could you please bring me a glass of water?" she said.I stood up and hurried toward the kitchen. When I got back, I put the glass on a low table and sat beside her. Her body felt limp and surprisingly tender in my arms as I lifted her into sitting position. Supporting her back, I brought the glass to.