“Nate, please don’t feel sorry for John. First off, he never really treated me like a person, more like a possession. And can I just add that John...doesn’t take very good care of his possessions? Anyway ... And second, and more importantly, you not only treat me like a person, but you actually went to a lot of trouble just to defend my honor. The honor of a total stranger that you didn’t know from Eve, I might add. Trust me; I’ll never ever in a million years forget what you and your friends did. We wrestled to try and gain control over her and in the process we got her vomit on ourselves . The guys were bitching and Mom was going on about another drink , I finally said "Okay Mom , I'll get you another drink , lets just get you upstairs first " We got up on her feet and headed her up the stairs , the whole time the guys bitching and trying not to puke themselves .The further we went the more my Mom started to go limp and by the time we got her to her. We had known the Ropers for years, her husband had died only a few years ago and we often helped her out. I had gone to school with their grandaughter but she was a couple of years younger than me."Oh hi" Mrs Roper said "I wondered if you were going to come today". "Oh yeah its a perfect day for painting" I replied. She took me into her garden and we walked down to the bottom where the old summer house was. "Its not been painted since Bob died, it really needs a good paint"Mrs Roper told me. It was Beth. The girl was a glowing orange. Not all of her just parts, her tits, ass, the spine of her back, hands and her eye sockets were glowing.“Jesus Beth you got fluorescent paint on.” Beth lips were a neon oval as she took a depth breath, then pointed.“Look on the wall.” The TV was black but for a few words and some numbers-The room must stay dark for ten minutes or you will never leave-“What the hell does he mean? It is dark.” On the wall the black screen was counting down in small.