She could barely speak. "Wh-Who's th-that?" she whispered so faintly, her breathing noticeably changed. It was as if she had just been looking at the ...ight wonder of the world. It wasn't nearly as obvious to Myron at that moment. He knew that his wife's attention had changed, but he didn't realize that she was completely weakened by the mere presence of this young black man. Myron finally turned to look behind him. And, It was Je'Quon!!Myron's entire body slumped. His weak shoulders fell even. But in her world it was a well-known phenomenon. She didn’t understand how hackers did what they did, except that they created programs that made things happen.So how had whoever hacked her dream made her transfer to Halloween Land?It had happened in her dream.That was the key. The dream. Something about the dream was important.She hadn’t thought about that dream before. Now she did, closing her eyes, trying to remember.A dark figure. Wearing a cloak. Turning to mist. The mist had streamed. "Funny how Stacy or me didn't get to decide what we wanted out of this agreement," Olivia thought as she collected her "payment" for the night. Just one baggy this time Alfred told her saying that she had snorted up more of his good stuff while she was working than she did the day before and this was all she was entitled to.It was another thirty-plus dick night for both girls as Olivia sat in the back seat of DeShawn's SUV with Stacy up front. They were laughing and giggling, most likely from. They walked up to the top deck where the pool was, they had a drink at the cocktail bar, and then headed beck to their room and each other. Emma was in dire desperate need to be screwed by her son.As soon as they entered she attacked him, yanking at his shirt and jacket. "Get your clothes of Mark Lyndhurst, I need you so much. I can't wait for you to be in me again. Get on with it, RIGHT NOW!" she shouted the words. He grinned in happiness, this beautiful woman, once his mother, now his lover.