Under the table, out of sight, my hand settles gently on your knee. I’m holding my breath, but apart from the briefest of pauses you don’t react. ... breathe a sigh of relief - shock and outrage were definite possibilities.Emboldened, I slide my hand very slowly up the inside of your thigh. God, you’re so smooth, so warm, it’s all I can do to appear normal. You’re still talking as if nothing is happening, but I’m sure I feel your legs part slightly, and my heart leaps.A little higher now, and I. .. drug issues, other people, shit like that, but she kept coming back and hooking up again. I just couldn’t stop seeing her. And here we are.””That explains the tattoo,” Ed said.”What are you talking about?” I asked.”The tattoo of your initials at the top of her pussy. That explains why it’s there.””How so?” I asked.”Really, kid?” Ed questioned. “Why do you think it’s there?””She thought it was cute and got it as a surprise for me.”Dave and Kevin looked at me and chuckled as Ed shook his. I think you likely should spend some time down here and it just might help you to see how the trainers work their magic,” he said as we approached the largest building and the newest too. As we neared the double screen door, I heard the whistle of a whip and the air was suddenly filled with an inhuman scream that suddenly seemed to be muffled. I stopped dead in my tracks, rooted in mid step. I knew there were others following us and their presence took on a sinister air. But pride be damned I. "No photographer was able to see or photograph what the Bishop saw standing behind the crowd as he concluded his remarks: a row of nine Priests, shoulder to shoulder in black suits. Their faces were ghastly white. Black sockets gaped where eyes should be. At first he'd vaguely wondered why they were there. He recognized each as 'problem priests' that he'd been forced to transfer out of the city. When he looked more closely he saw that these were not human faces. They were ghastly, horrible.