Her prayers were not answered. Her God couldn’t see herin the middle of the forest. She knew that her God hadabandoned her when she felt a finge...r slide into herpussy.“NO!” she screamed as she felt a finger, which didn’tbelong to her husband slide deep into her body.Chapel pushed the blade of the knife against her throatreally hard as Margaret started to squirm around tryingto get his finger out of her cunt. “Go ahead Bitch keepfucking moving! You’re gonna cut. "Ah Sam, you idiot!" I scolded myself. "You just had to pay for a sniff, didn't you? I'm such a stupid bitch!" I looked around at my surroundings and realised there's very little chance of anyone finding me here for a while.An hour slowly and painfully ticked by, when suddenly a loud bang of the backdoor to the building opened up, and out stepped a very portly middle-aged white woman. She was wearing a cleaner's outfit, and was holding a wash bucket and mop."Oh my, what's this?" She puzzled. ” She shot back. “Fair enough, you know I appreciate it.” I said sincerely. We pulled up to the address and were greeted by a valet parking attendant. He opened the door, we got out, and I tossed him the keys. We walked up to the door, looked at each other, and took a deep breath before entering. Here goes nothing! Once inside, we were greeted by a distinguished looking woman behind a table. She asked for our names and then led us into a small room off the main foyer. “Welcome to The Den,”. And with no beard and a new haircut, the change in his appearance is astounding.oOoTim and Abbie drive to the pub arriving just as Sam and Grace are also pulling into the lot. They walk into the bar together, and Tim sees his gang sitting at several pushed-together tables along the one wall with a good view of the televisions airing the game. As he leads them to the table, Abbie notices with some surprise that Brian from the Peacock is sitting at the bar. She will have to say hi to him after.