The first thing she had done, is take a look at herself. She was maybe slipping too easy out of her comfort zone? Thinking that wearing her old garb might help solidify things more clearly, she went back to change again, into her nun habit, still taken care of where she left it in her room. For a brief moment, she glanced at the clothes she had acquired. The sweater and jeans were nice. She wasn't going to throw them away for whenever she needed to wear something doing missions. But then there was that dress....clingy and just so revealing....but...it's wrong to just waste material isn't? Maybe she could convert it to rags or something later. Deciding she'd need to think of what to do with it later, she left it in her room untouched for now, now dressed back in her proper nun uniform. She always found the gardens to be the best places to focus, so she went there to find a place with a good source of light to kneel, close her eyes and just focus on everything that had happened in her head as she contemplated.
Spotting Tyler as they arrived at the abandoned gas station, Melissa hurriedly exits the car. Running toward her son, "Tyler!" She exclaimed in an excited tone as she hugs him. "Oh, Ty, I'm so sorry for leaving you and your dad like that." She said as she hugs him tightly pressing her large breasts against his chest, forgetting the fact that she squirted all over her pantyhose. Letting her own son catch a whiff of her lustful pheromones. "But please, promise me you won't do anything dangerous like breaking into an info broker's place. Please?"
She's mostly left alone and allowed to meditate. The tranquility and solitude are calming, and help soothe her troubled mind.
Tyler wraps his arms against her and holds her tight. "It's okay, mom, it's okay." His hand rubs her back comfortingly. After a moment, though, she hears his nose sniffing as he detects the scent, and he quickly grows hard against her thigh. Awkwardly, he detaches, but the joy of their reunion quickly puts things back on track. "I got the letter, but I was so scared that it was a trick, that you were..." He hugs her again, making sure not to press his lower body against her. "I won't, I promise. I just had to know if you were truly alive."
She had to think on it for a while...but no answers would come. Why wasn't this easy? She had been so sure of everything until just yesterday and now....was it because this place was corrupted and influencing her? That didn't seem like it. She had did everything right. The bureau might not realize it, but she had did everything they should be doing. Or perhaps, they were aware of how dangerous those things were and wanted those artifacts for themselves....was that possible? She had no reason to doubt their intentions, but the possibility was there. Rebecca didn't seem like that though. Or that's just what she wanted Alicia to think. The sister tried. She really did. But all she was getting was a headache and frustration at having no answers. Deciding she had simply been up for too long, she rose and decided to return to her room to sleep, and try coming back to contemplate in the morning.
"Well then," Erika purrs, starting to stroke Francis' massive shaft more intently as the fingers of her other hand start to penetrate Tina's cunt, "Want me to take the edge off the poor guy first or do you want to keep... helping him with that whole getting laid thing?"
Melissa smiles as she's reunited with her son, but as she heard him sniff, followed by something poking her thigh. He... he's smelling me? O-oh no! I hope he doesn't smell him. B-but then, the thing poking my thigh is... The sexy milf's mind went into overdrive, her fantasies of getting fucked by her son slowly filling her mind. "Don't worry, I'm looking for a way to heal your father. After that I'll come back. So for now, please keep yourself safe, okay?" Melissa tried to ignore her son's obvious arousal, while attempting to hide her own.
Stirring wide awake, she goes through her usual morning routine before putting on her dress and making her way back to that spot she had found so she could try contemplating again. (I don't have a lot for right now.)
Melissa looks at Sully as if she was asking for permission, but then she looks back at Tyler. "Sure, I can stay for a little while. I'm sure Agent Sully has someone he has to talk to as well."
She contemplates, but answers don't come any faster to her than they did last night. "Oh, sorry, are you praying?" A man's voice sounds from behind her.
Sully simply nods, and Tyler beams. "Good! Please come inside." He ushers her into the abandoned building. It's not exactly a luxury resort, but he's cleaned up the broken glass and dirt, leaving it reasonably nice. The sunlight shines through the broken windows, illuminating the storefront.
Hands still folded, and still kneeling where she was, the voice she heard prompted her to open one eye and take a peek at the person approaching, but she didn't get up from where she was. "Yes, but I think I was just about to finish. Come to enjoy the garden? It's quite nice, isn't?" She made some small talk, while still remaining where she was while trying to take a look at him.
She sees a man in his twenties, wearing a leather jacket with a crucifix around his neck and a handgun at his hip. He kneels down next to her. "I'm also a fan of this spot. Sorry for the disruption."
“It’s no trouble. It’s not mine to keep to myself, after all.” Her politeness was there, though she still had to look him over. His clothes didn’t come off as just another hunter. There was something different. But grateful, for the company that provided a small distraction from her own thoughts, she moved a couple of feet so he’d have space to sit. She wondered if she should make conversation, but stayed quiet to just observe and not interrupt him until he was done.
"Hehe. If you cleaned your room, like you cleaned this place. I wouldn't have such a hard time with the chores." Melissa giggled as they entered. I also wouldn't have found all your dirty magazines. She thought to herself, which just made her blush even more as she recalled the models on said magazines were categorized as "mature."
He makes a short, silent prayer. Afterwards, he turns to her. "You're one of the new arrivals, right, a templar?" He shakes his head. "Sorry, where are my manners? I'm Sato." He offers her his hand.
He chuckles. "Yeah, sorry about that." He leads her to a matress laid out on the floor with a blanket slung over it. She sees a few more firearms near the bed, and some dumb weights. "Listen, mom, are you okay with those people? If they're holding you against your will, I can help you."
