”It was difficult, but I made an effort to keep my yap shut because I knew that the overly excitable Julie would spill the beans in matter of second...s if I just listened and didn’t try to rush her.“It’s that nasty radio announcer that got into all the trouble over the alleged rape of the maid at the Essex House over the Fourth of July.”I have to admit that startled me because I knew that Freddie Lombardo was a prick of the worst sort and not the type that would be a baseball fan unless there was. Rachel was a cute little bundle of giggles; laughing and smiling as her big sister tickled and played with her. As much fun as it was to watch, I had work to do.I thought for a second and in my mind a bell rang in the glade. I waited a few seconds and brought Shannon into the scene with me. I knew she was invisible as soon as I saw her. I could pretty much see the room through her."So I'm invisible, cool," she said. "And they can't hear me either?" If they could I'm sure they would have reacted. "No gloves?" asked Dr. Neil with a smile? "I can see you're not experiencing any dryness, Ms. Forde." Rachel smiled at Dr. Neil. I blushed, but I was loving this. My hips bucked forward as Rachel touched a sensitive spot. I loved the feeling of her fingers in me. She gently pulled back and thrust her fingers back in. She did this again, again, and again. "How does this feel Ms. Ford?" she asked. I could barely answer, I wanted more. I lifted my hand up for a thumbs up but I kept my eyes. I rubbed my temples, desperately trying to get rid of the pounding migraine that was steadily increasing in intensity and tempo. I went to my safe, pulled out a bottle of whisky, and poured myself a good measure. Downing it in one swift gulp, I proceeded to help myself to three more. Already I could feel the fire in my belly, that curiously intimate and welcoming sensation. In a pensive mood, I peered into the bottle, studying my reflection. Mid 20’s and already my face was beginning to sag and.