., I don’t want her to know that I drink alcohol especially I don’t want her to tell my parents, relatives, and neighbors.Its 9pm i had dinner and...she was about to go, she said good bye with the strange smile and asked me again do you had alcohol, I won’t tell anybody…., with a naught smile on my face I said yes. The next thing she asked me was unbelievable, can I have some alcohol. I open my mouth wide and stand still because I can’t even imagine jincy asking me alcohol,.. Any way I am happy. Those were just the injuries that I could see without using my focus, and in the absolute darkness of the bus, I had no way to locate any other injuries. I needed more information. Looking around I could see that no one was paying attention to me so I did the only thing I could putting my hands on her delved in using my ability.Her injuries were severe because in addition to the broken bones I found already I also discovered two broken ribs and a broken clavicle. Thankfully there was nothing. .. I don't wantto have anyone else go through what we are."I felt nothing less than pity for the woman, her response was spokencarefully and aimed not to antagonize her mind-controller.Gerald looked at the woman and then at her son for nearly a minutebefore responding, "Do you enjoy when your son fucks you Melissa?"All eyes on her, the pastor almost threatening.She nodded. How could she not, she had been conditioned to enjoyevery sexual touch, hating as well as loving it."Is there anything. His eyes follow my boobs as I slip by. Men are fun to tease. "We were just talking about you. Mr. Glass and I, that is. You remember Mr. Glass, don't you?" Standing tall and silent in the middle of the room is William Glass, the most self-contained human being I have ever known. At 6' 5" high he towers over my 5' 3" frame but seems no wider. He's a rod of steel, or a plate of glass like his name, but either way he is impervious to outside influence. "It's a pleasure to meet you again, Mr..