’ We went on to explain that this book was a history of our spiritual family and that Ann had written it before we met. I walked over to the librar...y and took a copy off the shelf. I returned and handed it to Yvonne. She stared at it somewhat wide eyed and said: ‘It’s a real book book!’ Ann had published it under the pseudonym ‘Anne Wilson.’ Ann had posed for the dust jacket picture wearing a dark wig. If you looked closely it was definitely Ann. Ann replied: ‘Yes, and it is available in all. You do not forget your part either, for me, and once you relax enough to stop clenching the bed sheets, you squeeze my face between your supple breasts, shaking them to massage my face. We both laugh and I move up and we kiss again. We roll over and now you are on top telling me it is your turn. I smile and say go ahead, Darling, do whatever you want. You kiss me but not for long: the rest of me is begging attention and you don’t like making it wait. Your kisses lead down to me neck, your first. On the other side of the now cold, dead fire, Karen still lay in an uneasy sleep. Seeing her lying there, naked and dirty, on the cave floor reminded Logan of his first night in Hell. It made his back hurt to remember, and he resolved to do whatever he could for her. What that might be was, as of yet, unknown. They were all in uncharted territory now.He yawned and rubbed at the dull ache behind his eyes. The idea that his mother’s God, the Christian God, could allow such a horribly unjust place. .." she began, pretending to be only half awake. She fought to control her mounting fear. Then the frightened young wife shrank back instinctively as her husband's hands began to roughly roam over her quivering body, pulling up the edges of her nightgown to reveal her panty-clad hips."No, Bob, no ..." she began piteously, desperately trying to squirm away."Shut up and be still," Bob snarled angrily, and something in his tone made her heart freeze. She had never seen her husband in quite this.