She smiled up at him as he took off his jacket and loosened the collar of his shirt. Then he joined her."My beautiful bride," he whispered to her." An... he kissed her mouth, then moved down to her neck, the open neckline of her gown and low décolletage exposing a lot of flesh. She smelled so sweet to him. He was like a hungry animal stalking his prey and all he could smell was the scent of her sweet blood thru her skin. He kissed her neck and slowly, methodically licked it, too. Savoring. “Woah” I said, “You have a beard now, that’s new”. “Yeah” he said, “I have long hair too”. I giggled and looked at his hair, “Yep, you definitely have long hair” “You just look so different” I said, staring at him in shock. “Uh huh” he said, walking back to his room again. I leaned forward and touched his beard, giggling and then touching it again. “Gosh, your room’s different too!” I said, as we stood in the doorway. I was shocked that he was still living at home at 25, but I guess he just. Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day and no matter what day of the week. Life consistently gives them the shaft and yet they carry on like every day is the best damn day of their. Her body finally gave a long shudder and then hung limp. Her eyes took on a blank stare and began to glaze over. As Terry relaxed his grip, her legs buckled and she started sliding down the wall. He put one arm behind her and then reached down and picked up her legs. He carried the limp body down the hall to one of the small conference rooms and lay her out on the oak table. Closing the door he turned on the lights and looked over the body. The strapless gown had slipped and both naked breasts.