"I had a dog," Mike said. "A good dog, too. But, it seems like training a dog team would be a lot different."They found Jim Horton and his wife sittin... on their porch in Warsaw. "Well, Mike McMahon," Jim called as soon as the two had gotten out of the truck. "Long time, no see." It's been a while," Mike admitted."Haven't seen much of you since you quit coming to the council meetings," Jim said. "Anything ever happen with that book you were writing?" Not much," Mike said, "But now, it looks like. What she was doing was playing with fire - but in that moment, when her better judgement was impaired by loneliness and alcohol, Jennifer thought she was providing comfort to her only child while easing some of the bitterness at being parted from her husband.The forty year-old woman let go of her son's hand and turned about and crawled upon her knees and hands until she dropped, thankful since the room was now spinning, onto her side.Ronald stood and turned off the bedroom light, slowly making. When she exhaled, the strap at the back sagged a fair bit. It looked as though it was working loose. Jen reached down to the pool edge and made a shallow dive towards me. She surfaced and cleared her hair back again. I pretended to take interest in the sky, looking up with no real fixation. I was starting to feel very hard now that she was so close. ‘Did you want something to drink?’ I looked down and saw her gaze burning at me waiting for an answer. ‘Sure’ I said she stood up and said ‘Beer. Her breasts were not large, but neither were they small and they jiggled slightly as I arranged the corpse's limbs. Cindy's only apparent concession to an unhealthy lifestyle--save for the drugs, alcohol and sex of course--was a small tummy bulge which hid her abdominal muscles. There was something maddeningly erotic about how that belly, topped with a piercing, gently curved upward from the beautiful symmetrical breasts, only to quickly sweep down to the barely concealed lips of her womanhood..