She knew that she should just walk away. Go find something, anything, to watch on TV and try to forget this. She couldn't though. Was it her fault tha... she'd always been curious about sexuality, even before she even knew what it was? When she was little she went through a period where she would press stuffed animals between her private area and hard surfaces such as the floor or wall, though she would never know how to continue on. And as Diana began growing "up there" Emily had secretly hoped. Together, in a chorus, we both begged, "Water please, Mister."This time when he spoke, the phony friendliness was gone. His tone plainly indicated that he would brook no more nonsense from a pair of helpless broads. "Kneel, both of you. You can put your clothes under your knees if you want." We did. "Lean forward and put your hands behind you." Shortly, I felt some cold metal on my wrists and then realized that my hands were now bound behind me. That realization wasn't important at the. Already the hat band of the expensive bowler was creased. "My wife... She's been very depressed lately. Do you feel it could be... well, like you said, and evil presence." Could be" the priest gestured to the heavy leather chair and closed the door behind the parishioner who had requested an audience. "Is there a reason for her depression?" Not usually" the man was concerned and the concern was growing. The sermon that morning had been about demons and evil spirits and how their presence can. "As my mother was walking out of my room, she said, "Your father is takingRichard, early tomorrow, to catch his flight. So, if you want to saygood bye to him, you'll need to be up early."I didn't say anything. My mother, as she was closing the door, said,"I'll leave you kids alone."Sara looked at me and said, "You've had a rough day. You need a goodnight's sleep and you will feel better tomorrow. I'm going to go and letyou get to bed."She bent down and gave me a nice kiss, then said, "Just.