There was just enough muscle tone there to be sexy. She had honey blonde hair down to her shoulders and startling blue eyes. Her face was one of those... faces college boys dote on, clear complexion and soft chiseled cheekbones. I instantly felt a familiar stirring as I watched her head toward our booth and take a seat across from me. She was known to my friends, just not to me. Her name was Barbara and she was from Grand Prairie, the next town over, and seemed to have a reputation. Let's just say. I was happily spending my time fondling her fine tits when she called out."Slap me," she groaned."What?" I replied."Slap me, hurt me," she shouted.At first I just gently slapped her rear, not very hard."Harder, hurt me," she shouted again.So I slapped her harder."Yes, yes," she grunted, "across my tits too."She had never called her breasts tits before; I slapped her hard across her pert tits. Her hips took off, grinding themselves against me."Oh my god yes," she cried, so I hit her again.Her. “Just don’t look behind you, keep walking and follow my orders”, he whispered.So we walked through the village and I was relieved that there was nobody who could know me, although the locals probably never noticed something; just a 20 year old boy walking and a man coincidental walking three meters behind him. The man ordered me with the instructions; go right, go left, cross the street etcetera. After fifteen minutes we came to the gates of a forest I knew from long times ago, and the man. Were grinning ... well Jim was grinning, I assumed that facial contortion Grandfather was making was his idea of a grin.‘You might as well bring it all to me,’ Grandfather said.Jim nodded.I said, “Yes sir.”Alice looked at me ... weirdly. Oh her look was alright ... she looked at me with the oddest expression.“What?”“Who are you talking to?”“The voices in my head ... they spoke ... it’s ony polite to answer.”“Daddy?”“Yes?”“Time to go,” I said.He was climbing out of the pit already. Oddest thing.