"Three days of 69s ought to do it, then," Tess said.OK, call me a juvenile jerk, but that phrase -- "three days of 69s" coming from Tess' lips -- reso...ated with me for all the wrong reasons. (I know, I know. That's puerile.)The practice round went pretty well, although neither Tess nor her two playing partners could break par that day. Tess had a 74 and so did one of her playing partners. The other one posted a 76.Tess spent another 90 minutes after the round on the driving range, working with. I didn't need to since I knew that it worked for them.When I got home, I realized that there were still five days left until the surgery. I was anticipating it as if I was alive. I know in some really wide definition of alive, I might still be, but you know what I mean.Since day five was pretty much over, I settled in to 'rest' until i started a new one. I started day four with a phone call from Bill. "Hey lady, wanna meet me for breakfast at Helen's?" he asked."Only if you let me buy yours, my. "Higher so I can show your not wearing any panties Please."Sally pulled the skirt higher. The camera on the phone clicked. Mr Black pushed some buttons and sent the image. Mr Black looked at the screen. "Finger your pussy with your ring finger" he looked up. Sally had closed her eyes tight. Her hand with the big costume ring moved between her legs. Mr Black moved closer and took another pic. The phone buzzed. " Rub one off Tart" Mr Black read out. Buzz. " Remove your cardigan Sally Unbutton. . ripe. With trepidation, I walked into the room. "H-hello?"No one answered. A short hallway led past the bathroom to the beds. The curtains were drawn tight, and the only light came from the main hallway flooding past me, my shadow stretching into the darkened room. I took a step into the room, the door swinging shut behind me, the light dwindling, then vanished. My heart thudded so loud as I took a second step down the hallway."I-is anyone here?"I found the light switch. The room was ....