Dad just slumped in his chair.“Harold had a habit of putting Linda up as collateral. That sort of thing leaves an impression,” Bete gazed into the...middle distance, remembering. “The first time I saw him do it, your mom had this distant sort of look on her face, the same look you have now. You and Linda look a lot alike. Same shiny brown hair. Same amazing figure. You’re taller, though.”“He won that time. I had the misfortune of being there once when he lost. The winner was this greasy, sweaty. ”Leroy Sr., convinced now more than ever that John was some kind of Satanist, asked, “You met your Gods and Goddesses?”John was getting tired of this line of questioning. He knew that no amount of words would convince the man that his religion served the good. He pulled out his medallion and held it out. “Touch the medallion.”Leroy Sr. reached out and, with a skeptical look at John touched the medallion. Immediately he found himself in a meadow. The air was clean, the grass soft underfoot, and. The letter ended with a brief but firm postscript that the museum in question wanted to avoid any notoriety that might come with the publication of this journal. Furthermore, with their delivery of the package to its rightful owner, the firm's obligation to any involved party was now ended.The letter raised far more questions than it answered. Who wrote the diary and when? Who donated it to the museum and how were they related to me? What museum would not want an original document from probably. The phone sex they had was unreal! She never would have dreamed she could be so ultimately turned on by a voice or that she could make any man so hot over the phone. What they had was unique and without it they might have gone crazy with unfulfilled passion when they were apart. Still, as nice as phone fucking was, she was more than ready for the real thing and she knew he was too. As soon as he informed her that he was coming home she immediately rearranged her schedule so they could have some.