"You're still here, Markum?" asked his boss, Adam Karson, as he approached him. "Better you clean up, it's getting rather late."Staring out of the win...ow, Adam glanced at the city outside. Lights were emanating out of the many offices that populated the area. Neon billboards caught the eye as they advertised something he didn't know."What are your holiday plans, Markum?" Adam asked him, sipping his cup of coffee. "Staying in the city or visiting the parents?"He shook his head. "Just going to. "No, let's talk about us. That's far more important, and I'll tell you about Tim, later."She looked at me, and smiled her soft sideways smile, "I guess you scared me a bit last Sunday, when you suggested that I move in. It was all a bit too soon after Tod. And this was the Casanova of TGI! I'd be a fool to get myself in too deep with him. So, I guess I took some refuge in the play, I'm sorry." And Tuesday night?" I did get caught up with Mrs Malaprop having supper ready when I arrived. But I. ” My voice was more commanding that I remember it ever being. My voice dropped to a low whisper. “You may have explained everything to me, but I am far from satisfied.” Kassie and Karen both got up and each grabbed an arm, leading me to the bed and quickly undressed me. “Well, then I think we should satisfy our man, don’t you Kassie?” “I think we should, twin sister.” My mouth dropped open and my cock twitched. “You like that thought? Pretending Karen is your sister too, fucking the two of us. Following a 3,000-year old tradition, the marchers tossed their torches onto a huge bonfire before stepping into the river to wash off their body paint. The bath was cold and totally unpleasant, but the marchers were obligated to clean themselves as best they could, to wash off Death and return to the Realm of the Living. Before they could return to the Plaza, they had to have the paint completely removed from their bodies and faces. When all of the marchers had disposed of their torches and.