No one knows how much of it is true, how much just interesting stories." I'd like to hear them just the same." All right, I'll tell you what I know or..., at least what I've heard. The house and land is called the Crowley place, named after William Crowley, a sea captain and his wife Sarah. They settled here in the late nineteenth century and built the house. William was said to be an especially cruel man who beat his wife and their children, Simon and Martha unmercifully."Lynette gasped. Those. God! A positive feedback in bed! All my married life, I had only heard 'Don't!', 'Not there!', 'Not today!' and whatever else had to pass for 'hot talk' with Judy.I even got to kiss her pussy, and Lori just spread 'em open and gently ruffled my hair while I enjoyed my first taste of ambrosia in over a decade. Then, when my tongue and jaws began to hurt from overexertion, she pulled me on top of her, but instead of lying there for me, she rolled us over and sat astride my hips, giving me a. Once at the hospital, I had a bit of difficulty when I realized Ididn't know the guy's name, which made the visitors desk's volunteersuspicious of me.How to explain? Was I to tell her how I knew the patient? Would itmatter to a hospital volunteer? Exasperated, I told the uninterestedperson on duty that I only encountered the guy I was looking for at anauto accident two weeks earlier and kept him from bleeding out. "That'swhy I don't know the guy's name, miss. I only know that a nurse calledme. " I see. You look unhappy, though. Has someone been hurting you lately?"The girl's eyes flashed in Angique's direction. Her mouth worked, but no sound came from it. Then she started rocking, hugging her knees."What is it to you?" she growled. "Are you a shrink or something?" Oh God, no!" Angique exclaimed with a laugh.The girl shrugged. The silent spell stretched."I have been thinking," Angique went on, smiling. "I hope you don't mind that I did." The girl just looked up."You see," Angique went.