.. but it was every bit as brief, if not more so. A tight red sweater with matching skirt that barely came to the tops of her thighs. As Tim approache..., he could see that she was wearing matching red panties underneath the skirt.Pity, he thought."Bonjour!" Dot smiled up at him, her eyes squinted from the sun shining directly over Tim's shoulder."I'm afraid I don't speak any French..." Tim began, sitting down beside her."Good!" she answered..." I will teach you then... we will start out with. “Thank you, Sister,” he muttered shyly as she slowly unbound the soiled cloths. Abigail gritted her teeth as she removed the final fold of material, revealing his raw red hands. Quickly but gently she cleaned the flesh and refreshed the soothing liniment.“I think you were lucky,” she said with a little smile as she began to wrap clean cloths around the wounds. “Mother Clare is very experienced, and I believe you will recover well with her care.”“With your care too, Sister,” he replied. “Thank. “No! I tried to call her but she wouldn’t talk to me at all. I tried to call you but I just got your infernal answering machine and I didn’t leave a message. Where are you?”“Oh hell! You don’t know what happened. My friend Bethany, my best friend in the world, almost died in a bad car crash when she was driving home. I’m in Indianapolis. Jen flew here from Chicago.”“Oh my gosh! How’s your friend?”“In bad shape, but recovering. She needs another surgery and a lot of rehab, but it looks like. There was just something funky smelling in her pussy juice that smelled really gross after it dried on my dick.I had already soaped up twice trying to get the funk off me when I spotted Lane coming into the bathroom. I knew mom had something to do with how Lane looked now. Lane looked amazing.Her hair wasn’t exactly like the girl from Shadow Warrior, but pretty damn close. I didn’t even know we had any temporary purple hair spray. Lane was wearing a robe now and had me wait until she was ready.