.. openly admitted to drugging them... the very reason Ken was in prison and she there in her horrible situation at that very moment... yet there was ...absolutely nothing she could do about it... nothing, only give herself to the vile whims of this lust-filled woman if she wanted to help her imprisoned husband... !"Well, speak up, damn it!" Maggie rasped impatiently. "Drink, pot... what?" Oh God..." Jean whimpered in confusion. She was no drinker, and she'd truly never used drugs of any kind, but. She then took another bite and another until the plate was empty.“Could I have some more please?” He smiled, filled her plate again and she continued eating.“What is this stuff.” she asked him.“Well basically these are sliced potatoes, scrambled eggs, bacon and onions.”After she finished eating she sat there and looked at him. Her eyes started to fill with tears.“Why?” She asked.He looked into her deep blue eyes and opened his arms. She stood up walked to him and straddled his lap. He unzipped. ." Her voice trailed off, and she lowered her eyes.Steve stepped up to her, and held out his hand. Linda took it, and he helped her to her feet, before sliding his arm around her waist, and gently guiding her towards her bedroom (his being occupied at the moment.)When they got there, Steve guided Linda to sit on the edge of the bed, and stood in front of her. "This is going to go only as far as you want it to, and there will never be a word said by me, no matter what. I'd suggest we start slow,. With both CSA and USA weakened from their disrupted economies, France and Mexico reclaimed vast territory in the Southwest.After dinner, Sue went to the back of the chamber with me to sit down and discuss what she found at the Sheriff's house. She showed me the books and pictures she had stolen from the Sheriff's safe. I recognized a man in one of the pictures as Detective Neil. The ledger book recorded amounts of silver bullion the Sheriff gave to Michael, presumably Detective Neil, and the.