I wanted to hear more about her life and talk about happier things. "No, you need to talk it out, that is part of the healing process, so talk, " she ...ommanded. She was right, I had never really come to terms with my loss and blamed myself for moving back to Chicago. "If we had stayed in New England, she might still be alive," I said. "I wouldn't have been driving on the Dan Ryan and that awful accident would not have happened." I was sobbing uncontrollably, now. She was holding me tightly,. Brandy saw it as she walked in, the table covered with a large video camera, batteries and other stuff spewed around it.Cindy saw her looking. “That’s Michael’s latest toy. Not sure what got into him, middle-age crisis, I guess. He just had to get a new video recorder. You know men; they need all the bells and whistles as if they would use them. They’re suckers for electronic salesmen.”Brandy looked down at it, spying immediately the red and green light on the side of the camera.“The thing does. " The first clue was then located in an envelope, on a messy desk. I read aloud:"The more you take, the more you leave behind?" Everyone stood around looking to me for a solution like I was Paul Lynde on "Hollywood Squares." Elementary," I retorted in my best Benedict Cumberbatch dialect. The answer is (Wait for it!)... footprints. At which point we went en masse to the next room, following a very visible set of footprints through generic cat food, the loud crunching making conversation. “You are going to make me cum in a minute,” Christy screamed, “We had better go to the restaurant.”They broke from their kiss and she stood up to straighten her dress; he spanked her ass gently as he stood up. She took his hand and they walked to the car, hand in hand. They sat in the back seat of the car and I drove.We arrived at the restaurant and he kissed her at the door, we entered and we were shown to our table; they were still holding hands and before we sat down, she turned and kissed.