Allan has made some new friends, not very nice people. You remember how I thought that maybe he would want to watch me having sex? How much he liked... that hillybilly prisoner movie? Well, I was right: that is what he wants, what he enjoys ... very very much."He took me to this place, a house outside of town. These two men and a woman were there, very rude people. The house was very dirty and I didn't like it at all. Allan insisted I have a drink, so I did even though I didn't want to stay.. I can’t ask you to set up the kitchen just for meP: Hey, Mr hot lips when my husband comes, don’t call me such namesMe: Oh, so it’s fine now just when your husband’s not around?I gave a devilish smile to which she blushed in returnP: haha, I like your cute nicknames, you are a very spontaneous guyMe: careful, spontaneity can lead to tricky situationsP: we will deal with that thenMe: Oh so we are a “WE” now, nice niceP: AYOO just let me make you a coffeeMe: no no, trust me. I am too sweaty to. It wasn’t really rape, although they initially overpowered her with their combined mental energies, and they were doing this with the idea that there was an exchange involved – not to say they weren’t enjoying making love to her; they were.The other thing that didn’t quite mesh was that they’d both complained about being unpleasantly targeted, sexually, but they had moved in and psychically assaulted her sexually at their first opportunity. But, again, this was the result of Lisa’s influence.. It rolled on, toward the little girl. The barrel hit another protruding cobblestone and jumped once more into the air as if seeking the poor child. Spewing beer, it swept the girl away. The mother began to wail. There was a flicker of movement at the foot of the street. A man garbed in white, carrying a little cage with two doves began to ascend, a ghostly man. Wim shut his eyes. Was he going crazy? Was this a dream? When the mother’s sobs had died to a low moan, Wim opened his eyes. The ghost.