Our parents were pretty conservative, and if she got brought home by the cops dressed like that there would definitely be hell to pay. Thinking quickl..., I scanned the room for options. I noticed a door to a closet that was mostly obscured by Halloween decorations, and I grabbed my sister by the arm before making a beeline toward it. It was mostly full of coats, but there was barely enough room for us to squeeze inside. Before shutting the door, I had the forethought to slide a nearby recliner. And I do mean anything.We spent four days exploring each other's bodies. Once he got into it, Wes devoted himself to pleasing me. We'd taken a break for dinner that first night and I brought a can of whipped cream and some cherries up to my room. I stripped Wes down and proceeded to make a Wes Sundae, spraying the cream on his cock and topping it with a cherry. I started to lick it off but his body heat melted the cream and we had a total mess. I ran to the bathroom and got a warm washcloth and. Now sick bastards are preying on old women.”“I know,” Rich said.“I can’t believe that we live in America anymore,” Jack said. He slumped down into the chair feeling totally disgusted by the situation.“I know,” Rich said.Jack asked, “What did Abby do when she learned they were covering it up?”“She was angry and demanded that they call the police, but they threatened to say that she was a participant in it,” Rich answered.“She believed them?” Jack asked raising an eyebrow.“You better believe it.. The jolts stopped. Tilda went limp in his arms. Silent. Eyes closed. He sat her on the rotting redwood. The tutu part of her dress stuck out all around her like a clown’s collar. Steele patted her cheek. Her eyes fluttered open.“What happened?” Steele asked.Tilda stared at him. Eyes confused, teary. She tapped the metal collar around her neck with her fingertips and then her arm fell to her side.“You can’t leave, can you?” Steele asked.Tilda lowered her eyes and shook her head. A single tear.