All the rest were locals, many of them nominal members of the church. It was just that almost nobody was missing. Most of the missing were probably ho...spitalized. Even Cathy Mitchell was there. Her husband Gary hadn’t attended service since a woman was assigned as pastor. This was Cathy’s second time -- she had come on Easter. Gary wasn’t hospitalized, though not in the best of health. Jen got that sort of news.The wedding was scheduled for later in the day, but Independence didn’t hold with. I spent literally a good 4 nights a week on that site looking for older men, and that's where I met Greg (not his real name).Greg was in his mid-fifties and also British like me, then chatroulette would often cut out so he gave me his Skype the first time we met and messaged for a while, I told him exactly what I'm telling you know. How I realized I had an older guy fetish, and that I like the idea of maybe dressing as a 'sissy'. I didn't know how far I wanted to take it but it made me super. You promised. You said you'd come back to me. Come on. Wake up. Get out of that water."I hurt. Oh, God, I hurt so bad. It was like every bone in my body was broken. But the worst part was that I was being shaken. Like someone had strapped me into one of those shaker things they put paint cans in when they custom mix the paint to match the bedspread you got from Aunt Agnes. And I could hear the wire handle on the paint can banging against something, maybe five times a second. I wanted to yell. When they got to the last cottage, a man and a woman greeted them indifferently. "We are supposed to report to this cottage," Diana said to them."See that dock," the lady said. They looked out at a dock, maybe sixty feet long. "Here take this walkie-talkie and go out to the end." When they got there, the woman told them over the unit to perform a seductive dance. Diana put the unit down and the two girls started to dance, as Lee had taught them. Because the shoreline curved, they could see the.