. badly!" I know, but I'm offering you a fresh start. A chance to..." ... to have the life we used to have?" she asked weakly as he started the engine...and pulled away from the curb."No, we can never have that again, but we can start over, make things different this time."Her heart leaped, for even through the fog in her mind, Marcy knew she had sunk as far as she could go. Only death awaited her on the path she had been pursuing. Now, suddenly, the one person, she could count on had appeared. Scott watched Stacy obey him and then he remembered the heels. The look in her eyes told him all he needed to know, and grabbed the three inch long spikes using them using them as handles. She was his to do with as he pleased, the trust in her eyes affirming the notion. Grabbing her heels in one hand, he pushed her feet over her head, folding her in half. With her hips rotated and her legs spread, he found her wide open pussy staring at him, drawing his mouth. Forcing himself to slow down, he. ‘Penny for your thoughts?’ Monica asked as they came closer to their destination. ‘Just thinkin’ about this place. Going home. I like the Northwest, but it’s not LA. I’ve wanted to go home for a long time.’ ‘I’ve wanted you back since before you first left,’ Monica said. Her tone carried as much warm, familial love as it did seduction or romance. He smiled a bit, looking from the window and grey skies beyond to his mentor and newfound love. ‘Yeah, but I guess it’s true what they say about never. Birds roost nearby along with the gull that had so rudely awoken you."How did I get here?" you wonder aloud as you search your memories for anything relevant. Like a bolt of lightning, it hits you fast and out of nowhere. The memory of your plane is called forth. It's hazy and scattered but you can clearly remember the roll of thunder and the crack of lightning as you looked around the cabin of the plane nervously. You remember the way your friend's face looked in that moment as it was twisted.