No job, and probably could never get one again, with the suspicion of murder now on him. His best friend, and once more than that, gone forever. Kille... with his own hands, in a fit of anger. Any other friends or family, which he never really had any, were now long gone or wouldn’t have anything at all to do with him now after all this. If there ever was a time in his life that he felt lonely, this moment holding the broken picture frame, beat them all, hands down. He was truly alone, and he. "Don't forget your promise and I shall be over again soon to check on you."Isobel smiled gratefully at her. "Thank you. I'll look forward to it."She let herself in and looked at her watch: quarter past six. "I'll dig out something to eat," she thought, "something that I can leave to cook for half to three-quarters of an hour and treat myself to my third gin of the day." She actually giggled.She did just that but also put Mozart's 40th Symphony on the hi-fi. "Pealing violins," she thought.She. Simultaneously. The bigger the camera, the bigger the smile. After stuffing the napkin into my pocket I notice the station is empty. The sounds I spawn, the shuffling of my feet, my scratches at the hair dripping down my neck, inject elements of comfort into my surroundings. An ice-storm kidnapped my family’s electricity when I was younger. Before that I had never realized just how loud electricity is. A sonic onslaught of mechanical purrs and technosexual moans. The clamor is truly punishing. “I will miss you.”With those words the king pulled out of her and left the room.Mona decided not to clean up and pulled the covers back over her, feeling the other women shift in the bed, whispers coming from the other side. Petra, who was right next to her, sidled closer under the covers until she was pressing against her mother.“Mommy,” the young woman whispered, “can I taste it?”Mona reached under the covers and found her daughters hand, pulling it over to Mona's sopping pussy, from which.