Matthew clenched his teeth as the beating started again. Despite the pain, some small part of his mind was able to process what she had told him. H... began to remember fragments of what had happened that night, many years ago. He could remember a woman being raped. Her name was Sarah Bartlett if he was not mistaken. He remembered being hauled in for questioning during the week after it happened, but he had an airtight alibi. That Saturday night was the same night that Kate had taken. . . Ohhhh . . . Yes . . . Yes . . . Ohhhhhhhhhhh . . . Yes . . . Mmmmm. Laura looked up and saw the waiter standing at her side. He had seen her cum other times, and he enjoyed the sight. He was pleased watching her now. Only his eyes asked if she needed anything more. “I’ll have another brandy please, one for me and my lover. Put it on a check so I can pay.” Greg shook his head slightly toward the waiter suggesting he ignore the lady. “It will be the pleasure of the restaurant to serve you and. Do you believe in the concept of 'freewill', Jack?"Jack nodded. "Of course!" The professor laughed."Nonsense! Without getting into too much detail here, suffice it to saythat my research has proven without a doubt that free will doesn'texist. It's an abstract concept that we use to feel better aboutourselves. A depressing though, I'm sure, but the end conclusion is thatwe're just on the roller coaster ride of life!" The professor boomedthis last part. It was still echoing on the walls while. "You're at out table. Its right over there" she said and she pulled me along behind her. She led me to a table where her mother and father were sitting. As we neared the table I saw Russ looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face. His wife however was giving me a beaming smile. Russ stood and shook my hand and his wife stood and gave me a hug.I sat down and we socialized. The talk was general in nature with Sarah's mom doing most of it. How had I been, what was I doing, etc., etc,.