Her mouth was cotton. Jaw muscles began to quiver from the strain of the lever.She faced a high crossbar with a hook and chain dangling from it. A wom...an dressed in a black catsuit stood by it. The woman was an Amazon, tall, broad shouldered and well muscled, but feminine. She stared at Elise and smiled evilly. Elise's blood ran cold when she started toward her. She knelt before Elise, her eyes foreboding.(She's more evil than the man.)The woman began to stroke her breasts. Her fingers felt like. She checked her reflection in the window, combing her fingers through her fucked up hair.The car door thudded shut, the alarm chirped, and the headlights went out.She flipped up a bank of switches behind the counter, and the overhead track lighting set her surroundings aglow. A turn of the nob, and speakers released some light music. A pull of the chain by the door, and the sign above turned from red to green. 5:30Melanie turned the key in the lock, seconds before her first customer of the day. Though I would not really admit it to myself, deep inside I wished it had been Jennifer.Just before my friends and I went home for the Christmas holidays, one of my fraternity brothers, Derrick, announced that he wanted to have a two night party at his parents' lake house a few days before Christmas. He had hosted two parties before but always during the summer. The house was at Lake Rabun, located in the southern edge of the Appalachian Mountains in the northeast corner of the state.Lake Rabun. There was never any question as to where we would be staying given the significance of my becoming a whole fifty years old and I acted as if I was to the manor born when our taxi swooped through the entrance way into the Sandy Lane hotel on the West coast. A luxury resort with every consideration provided with discretion as a top priority. I knew that I was going to enjoy my week here.And so it proved for the beach was magnificent; the climate a perfect mix of sunshine and fluffy white clouds.