"You are cross with her," says the War Mother. "Let such petty things be gone. Her anger only grows because she has such deep feelings for you. Tonigh...t might be the last night you see her. She may never even qualify for a final trial and may become a laywarrior serving in one of our mission forts. Do you want this to be her final thought of you? Too proud for your dearest friend?"The War Mother releases her grip on your hands and steps away."She is in her cell again, moping. Go and see her. Josie was surprised, though, when he referred to him as “Father O’Malley.” She could have sworn Lila said it was a Lutheran church, not a Catholic one. She didn’t say anything, however.Rennie took Josie’s hand securely in his and walked her to his truck. Glancing over at the diner, she could see Marge and Lila through the large picture window, watching the rescue convoy slowly pull out. Their eyes were as moist as hers. They waved. Rennie and Josie waved back as they left in the opposite. I jerked myself off, imagining it was my own daughter stroking my cock and when I came I imagined it was her pretty face being covered in my spunk. I think I came harder than I ever had before. I hoped she was lying in her own bed, frigging herself off over thoughts of me, but I resigned myself to the fact that she was passed out by now and wouldn't even remember our kiss in the morning. It was the day of the wedding. Nothing more had been said about the events of that night and I wondered if. I was feeling rather proud of the work I’d done when Dick said “Can we go for a spin?” “Sure,” I replied, always anxious to drive my car. We hopped in and I started driving, heading out of town onto one of my favorite roads. As we left town and started into the country, Dick’s hand began stroking my crotch. I had suspected that he had ulterior motives when he showed up at the hotel. Like other times when he’d gotten me to drive somewhere … jockeying cars from one place to another, picking up.