” I walked of the train with my heart attempting to jump out of my chest. I was walking down my street when I felt someone grab my arm I was gettin... ready to punch when I saw that it was only Latrell. Latrell was Deondrey’s friend he was a senior too. He was 18 and was Puerto Rican. He was 6 feet 2 inches and he was built like Deondrey was. He has a great smile with really cute dimples and his hair was cut low. He had pretty dark azure blue eyes with specks of a really lite blue. He had. "Well, no, there really isn't, Greg. I'm so glad we have this out in the open and are discussing it. It seems like the specter of Jason has hung over us ever since we were married." Or longer," I added. "So, do you have any more activities scheduled that include the General?" Colonel Benson will be the grand marshal at the parade and then feted at an informal affair at the hotel on the following day," confessed Sarah. "There will be some snacks and beverages provided by the hotel and folks will. As I get out, I feel a hand on my mouth. I open my eyes wide and see the first man I spoke to leaning on the passenger side door, keeping Abby in the car. I hear Abby let out a scream. You shut your whore mouth or I paint your mothers car a nice shade of red here!, I feel cold, round metal against the side of my head and Abby stops screaming. I can see tears streaming down her face. Im crying too. The man lets go of my mouth and opens the back door of my car. He pushes me inside and I turn to. The final step of their ritualistic sleep remedy was to throw down their towels for a bed, lie down with their loins conjoined, and then make sweet passionate love together. Without her mind’s permission, Gabby’s eyes furtively searched the kitchen for sign of ‘another’ woman. Was she jealous? God no, impossible! Even though her eyes found no other, this woman’s betraying eyes transferred their attention to the man himself. Yes, he was still the same tall, well-built, ruggedly handsome creature.