We wrapped up in soft sumptuous bathrobes and Laisha excused herself, to return only moments later with a tray of chilled white wine and a big pot of ...hot coffee. We sat together on the long low couch and chatted as we drank. I complimented them on their beautiful bodies and thanked them for their sexy show. They both admitted to being exhibitionists at heart, and explained how much they enjoyed turning me on and how good it made them feel when they did. ‘I had noticed I was not the only one. Something was pressing against her lips, and she tried to turn her head. The sound moderated, and she realized it was a voice. It was calling her name!“Erica!”“Erica!”It was too insistent. It wasn’t going to go away, so she opened her eyes. She closed them again, because they weren’t working. Everything looked misty and insubstantial.“Drink this, Erica!” came the voice.The thing pressed her lips again and she felt water trickle into her mouth. She wanted to spit it out. It was salt water. You. ”And then she told Liz not to worry and that it wasn’t her fault because Bec had asked her to tell their friends so the story was going to get out sooner or later.Then Liz cheered up and she looked at me and she said that everything was looking good for me to go home with them tomorrow afternoon and they were waiting for the welfare people to come and inspect the house and look at the bedroom they had for me and everything but she said that was going to be fine because her dad had spoken to. The reporters came to me and asked me what I thought I told them it was inevitable, Now Justice has been served . I also told them I sure wouldn't want to be one of the Jurymen responsible for that gross miscarriage of justice Soon they had triangulated and determined where the bullets had been fired from. As near as they could figure it was fired from somewhere up on a cell phone tower . Naturally there was no one around, but witnesses said they saw a man working on the tower but didn't see.