..On Saturday mornings, I would pick her up and we would do any shopping Allison needed, mostly new clothes as she regained her softer former physical...frame, leaving her skeletal days (and clothes) behind. Most of her new clothes were casual (her life was still a seemingly endless cycle of doctor, psych and counseling session. Recently, she had even added a new group therapy session to her schedule; one Myra conducted herself Wednesday nights).Saturday afternoons were usually free and up to. "All you do is pack a few things in an overnight bag, and then head down to Pier 39 at eight o'clock, after dinner. Just dress simply; say some short pants, and a casual shirt or blouse. Ask for Ramirez. He'll be expecting you. He's been well paid, and won't ask any questions. He'll take you from the Main Island to our little place. I'll be waiting for you there." "All right, Barocca. See you soon. Bye." After hanging up, Barocca double-checked the computer to see if the new version of. Brad rushed up the flight. He waited for me to follow and led me through our living room, to our moms bedroom and it was than that we saw her. She wasnt moving much but heard us immediately. Brad? Julie? Save yourselves. When I didnt tell him where the two of you were, he stabbed me and said hed kill us all. Mom!, the two of us were crying as we gave our mother one last hug. She tried to speak but spat out a little blood. Brad tugged on my arm and helped me climb onto the ledge of a window in. She seemed to want to be in control so he just played along obediently. When she gently pushed him face down on the bed and began massaging his shoulders he didn't complain. He began to get really comfortable as her hands sought out the swell of his ass cheeks and she dribbled more oil onto them. The oil felt great sliding down into his smooth, hairless ass crack, so did her hands as they followed suit. Gently her nails scratched over his hot flesh and her fingers dipped in to finger his tight.