"You expected me to accept," Brandon said, smiling as he took a swallow of Killian's, his favorite."I suspected you might," Susan admitted. "Of course...I like Killian's too."Brandon took another swig of the lager and then waited for Susan to speak."It all goes back to that night in the desert. Did you ever wonder what was in those containers that were flown out that night?" Wasn't my job," Brandon replied. "I was there to see that they, and you, were protected." Well they contained.... Far from repelling her, the glimpse had inflamed her again and she melted her lips against his, her mouth opening wide, her tongue eagerly seeking his, as they kiss he passed the lump into her mouth, she let it swim around in her mouth, the rancid taste flowing over her tongue's taste buds as her saliva melted the lump. Maybe they both wanted me to see what was happening as they kissed open mouthed, passing the diminishing lump, so I could see. Then his tongue sought it back. They passed it. She slid her shorts down quickly. She wasn't wearing panties underneath them. As she stepped out of them I could see the crotch was not just damp, but wet. I looked down at her pussy. She did shave her pussy below her pubic bone. Her outer lips were gleaming wet.She reached under my arms, and easily lifted me from the floor, and sat me down on the kitchen island. The edge was rounded and she pushed me back till I lay on it. She spread my thighs and began to kiss my thighs and belly. Her fingers. "Is being fair that important to you?" she asked."That's what I want inscribed on my tombstone," I said."What do you want inscribed on your tombstone?" Sammy K. Oldham didn't always tell the truthHe may have lied and been full of shitHe may have sinned and been uncouthBut whatever he did, he was always fair about it." Did you just make that up?" she asked."No, it's in my journal."Marcie was still lying on her back, contemplating something, possibly what I'd just said or what she was going to.