<em>Katherine Jones - October 15th 2011 - 8:00pm - Home of Reverend Jones and his family </em><br/><br/>"We ask all of this in His name...Amen," Katherine raised her head up and smiled at her youngest son before she pressed a kiss to his forehead and helped him to bed. Once he was tucked in bed, she clicked off the lamp and whispered, "Good night, baby." She turned and made her way out into the hallway, stopping by the bedroom across the hall to check on her twin boys, both 15 and Honor Roll students. She knocked on their door lightly and looked in on them, smiling when she saw them deeply involved in a school project. "Alright boys. Tanner is in bed...please keep an eye on him. Mrs. Franks will be across the street if you need her but your Father should be home within the hour."<br/><br/>"Will you be gone long, Mom?" Travis asked her and the old feeling of guilt crept back within her. She made sure not to spend too much time away from her sons but tonight...she<em>had</em>to.<br/><br/>"I'll be out late but I promise to be here to make you boys breakfast," She said softly, her eyes avoiding her twin boys. She walked into their room quickly and pressed a kiss to their cheeks, reminding them to go to bed within an hour. Walking back out into the hallway, she left their door slightly ajar and made her way down the stairs and into the garage. She squeezed her eyes shut, the feelings of shame building within her but it did not stop her from not going.<br/><br/>After all..this was research. This was merely a chance for Katherine to get to know the prostitutes and perhaps, one day, lead them towards a life of righteousness.<br/><br/>After leaving a note to her husband that she was working late on her research, Katherine slipped into her 2000 Nissan Pathfinder and pulled out of the garage, feeling her heart thundering in her chest. Out of fear or excitement...she wasn't quite certain.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Mary Magdalene - October 15th 2011 - 11:26pm - parking lot of Fucking Gulch</em><br/><br/>As her vehicle pulled into the parking lot of the Fucking Gulch, she felt her hands trembling and knew she had to take a few deep breaths before she forced herself to go into the establishment. She did this almost regularly; worked and ministered to the local women's shelter and then on her way home...somehow...one night out of the many weeks, she found herself taking the road to this small and out of the way establishment. The first time had been out of curiosity, she had sat in the parking lot and watched the men<em>and women</em>going in and out of the building before she had pulled back out and left. Katherine couldn't even remember how she had come about hearing of it, but she hadn't been able to tell her husband.<br/><br/>Her old demons had been back. The ones that she had worked so hard to deny!<br/><br/>When she had finally taken the plunge and stepped out of her car and gone into the building she had been shocked. Appalled. Horrified. Aroused. Dear Lord, she had been aroused.<br/><br/>And so now she returned...her requests were met with acceptance. Because here at the<em>Fucking Gulch</em>...everyone had something to hide.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Mary Magdalene - October 15th 2011 - 11:30pm - Fucking Gulch</em><br/><br/>"Bert," Her voice was soft, almost too shy to belong in a place like this. She never made eye contact, she simply stepped through with her head bowed and requested the same plan as always. "The usual: Furthest room in the back. I'd like whichever lady is available." As she passed him, her chocolate brown hair shielding her face, she reached out and squeezed his hand before moving her hand down to his palm and handing over the money that was required. The money was her own, a little bit of 'spending money' her husband liked to give her.<br/><br/>He would never know that she spent it watching whores touching themselves.