"When she went upstairs, I finally let the breath out I had been holding with a long but soft whoosh. We all looked at each other and nodded. Then we ...laced the wine glasses down and headed out to the pool area to join our fellow coconspirators.Opening round complete; now we begin the next phase.We were seated and waiting at the pool furniture when we heard Cheryl exit the house and approach with the soft clop of her sandals. You could tell that she had not worn the high heels because of the. They’d switch back to human when the bell rang, though, and I’d need to rush to the bathroom to do deep-breathing exercises just to get my pulse under control...Breathing was becoming tougher, too. As the leaves turned, the air grew sharper, and I was beginning to notice even more pollution in the skies. The air, my lungs, were stinging like they were filled with acid. The air drier than bone, too. The air sour, like spoiled milk, and I’d have regular nosebleeds, cough up chunks of black, gobs. Fighting the urge to run and devour him she walks slowly to the couch and stands before him. Bending at the waist she reaches down and grabs his hands. Eve knows her dress is billowing open, revealing her heavy breasts and taught stomach, she looks up through her bangs to see his eyes open wide in enjoyment. She kneels on the couch, straddling his lap and brings his hands to her breasts, leading him to the contact she desires. Adam looks from her breasts to her face, lingering over each. In some ways though it was more merciful for she doubted if her nerves could take another 24 hours of trepidation. She saw them coming up her drive as her clock chimed 2:00pm, two of them dressed in uniform. Nervously and silently she opened to the door to them and they stepped inside. The taller of the two stepped forward and took off his cap. He was a little older then Alan and more rugged in appearance. “We are following up a recent inquiry regarding faulty handcuffs, Madam,” he told her..