The devil's pact - S01 E95

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The devil's pact - S01 E95

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 95

Mary shuddering turned to shaking and then she was sobbing, clenching me tightly. "It's okay, Mare," I said, stroking her back, not sure why she was crying.

"It is," she sobbed. "That bitch can't hurt mel Can't hurt us! She's nothing. She's just an ant!"

She was smiling and crying, and I realized that all the fear and shame and pain she experienced yesterday at the nun's hand was spilling out of her. Raping the nun was a release for Mary. She was right. We were going to be fine. And something relaxed about my heart, a tension I wasn't really aware of. It was the fear of being at the nun's mercy, I realized. But how could you fear a woman you just pissed on while she cried in a shower.

"We're going to be fine," I nodded and kissed my fiancee.

When we finished showering, Mary started digging through her clothes. "Does this make me look hot?" Mary asked, holding a short red skirt.

"Yeah, Mare," told her, reclining on the bed. "Whatcha doing?"

"Oh, getting ready for my date with Alice," Mary answered. "When do you want to buy all the neighbor's houses?"

Date? I looked at Mary. She was trying to find the perfect outfit for her date. Jealousy stabbed at my heart. Just what was Alice to Mary? Friends, I thought. But you don't date your friend. Don't be stupid, Mark. You're reading too much into it. Mary loves you. She's just going to have fun with her friend. You had fun with Madeleine and Anastasia today. It's no different. She's wearing the ring you gave her. She was looking at bridal magazines. She's excited to marry you. She loves you.

"Mark?" Mary asked, pulling on the red skirt. "When do you want to meet with Alice to buy the houses?"

"Oh, right." said, snapping out of my jealous fog. "Well, tomorrow is Wednesday, right?"

Mary nodded.

"Well, I got that meeting with the Police Chiefs at LESA in the afternoon. So, Thursday, then. Around five."

"Okay, hun," she said, pulling on a matching, red halter top. "You

should call your sister. The sooner you can... be with her, the better.

"What about you and your sisters?"

Mary paused, in the middle of pulling on some black, knee high stockings. "I... I'm not ready for that, yet," she said, nervous. "Maybe after seeing you and your sister together."

"Sure babe." I reached for my phone and started scrolling through my contacts.

Mary continued pulling up the stalking. "What're you going to do today, Mark?"

"Well, I'm going to have the sluts go and get some actually slutty clothes today, I'll chaperone them." told Mary. "Maybe rob another bank."

"Sounds good, hun."

I pressed call when I found Antsy phone number. The phone rang a few times then went to her voicemail. "Hey sis, its Mark. Call me back, it's very important." I sighed. "She's ignoring me. She usually does when I call. She prefers texts." I started typing a text to send to her, letting her know it was really important that we speak in person.

"How do I look?" Mary asked, finished dressed.

"Fuck, you look hot," I told her. And she did. The halter top showed off her tits well, and the skirt was short, exposing most of her snowy thighs. And nothing was sexier then a woman wearing thigh-high stockings.

"I do, don't I," Mary said, preening in the mirror. "I'm also going to do a little shopping. Gets some new clothes, some jewelry, maybe."

"Yeah, sure," I told her. "There's a basement full of cash."

Mary nodded. "I guess there is, I hadn't really thought of it."

I was about to say something when my phone chirped, it was Antsy texting me back. "Sorry bro, just left for Miami this morning. See you in a week."

"Shit!" I said. "She's out of town for a week."