It hurt a lot, but not nearly as much as what she said about Kate. When she said my cousin was gone forever, it felt like Agatha stabbed me in the hea...t and twisted. I was sure she was wrong, but it had been two months. Kate and I had never been apart that long my whole life. I was bawling now and trying to fight Agatha off. I knew I was bleeding somewhere because I felt the blood running along my chin. My mother wasn't home, so there was no one to save me. I looked up into Agatha's flaming. She gestured. ‘Look at Amy, Frank. And think about me, twenty-five years ago.’ His mouth dropped open, and he stared at his friend. ‘He could have-‘ ‘Yes. He could have, honey. But he wouldn’t.’ She looked at the old man, and at her daughter. ‘And that’s how I know he wouldn’t do that now, either, not just for himself.’ She kissed her husband’s cheek. ‘I know him, Frank. So do you. And we both know our daughter. And I trust both of them.’ She sat back and shrugged. ‘This is strange – but I. ———————- I patiently waited for Tyra to open the door. Ten knocks and no sign of anyone approaching yet. I crossed my arms and tapped my foot on the floor, my patience wearing off. Open the door! I shouted in my frustration, slamming the door. Im getting married tomorrow and I badly needed Tyra to relax me. She had promised to spend this night with me. I was about kick the door open when my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from Mia. I opened the message excitedly. Hey, Gorgeous. I. He was young healthy muscular and good looking guy. I almost came right there in my panties. Then remembered that since it was my wash day I had been in wet clothes which shown my black bra clearly. He must have seen my bra straps through my wet dress. I had which were extremely tight and clung to every curve; they left nothing to the imagination. I asked him to come inside while I locked the door. You could not imagine how horny I was that day. My mind was just thinking about his young tool.