Robert readjusted his pants, wishing he still had his apron on.“Good afternoon,” he greeted the customer. “How can I help you?”Hope took advan...age of the distraction to slip out of the gallery. As she walked to her car, she kept admonishing herself for allowing the encounter with Robert to happen. She had seen the lust in his eyes when he'd talked to her in the park that morning. But the devil side of her wanted more of what he was offering. Yes, she was married, but her husband had never made. She'd tried telling them, but they never listened. They told her to "Shut up" that she "Didn't understand". They weren't very nice to her when they were cross.She puts her cup and plate in the sink, silently watching the birds fluttering their wings and splashing about in the bird bath. She smiles, she likes the birds. There was a Robin's nest at the end of the garden she'd climbed up the tree to have a look. It had six little bright blue eggs in it. The parents hadn't been pleased, chattering. There was no contract between them but she was ready to admit that it was the Deacon that ran the show and she was only one of the pussies on parade when there was work to be done in the field to add to their collection of souls that had been “saved” and were ready to work for the good of the church in spreading the word. Their moonshine operation was working overtime to keep up with the demand and the donations for a one hour special visitation with one of the Hatfield Girls far exceeded. Then he slowly undressed Will and placed his clothes neatly folded on the table. He then managed to drag Will across the studio to a St. Andrew’s cross and then strap him into it. That was a challenge due to Will’s size but Vile was no physical slouch.Will was still quite asleep. Vile took a black marker and began to draw penises and phallic symbols on Will’s chest and pointing towards his genitalia. He also drew stars and circles around Will’s nipples.Oh, one more thing. Placing a leather.