Foul, disgusting, unearthly breath. Utterly corrupted.My body over hers. My silvery entrails falling, rotten and torn, from my belly. My opened belly,...my torn, awful belly. Green and brown and stained and stinking. Entrails seeping blood that has long-ago lost its fight to suck in life-giving oxygen. Dark, dead, heavy, greasy mire. The crimson gash of the knife that opened me turned pale white. Barely flesh. The rip that was once my lovely agate jewel destroyed and open to the blade-scraped. Kinda rude leaving us here, you know?And his drink's getting warm." I'm warm," Jacob giggled. Two bumps formed on his shirt as his tinynipples swelled slowly, the skin surrounding them twisting and puckeringinto the start of areolas. He felt flushed and tossed back his drink,finishing it in one gulp to wipe a hand across his mouth.Jake stood, staring at his friend. The young man placed a hand onJacob's shoulder and Jacob shivered at his touch. Jake squeezed hisfriend's shoulder and then. I had designed and built the house on the old Boston style so of course there was a Widow’s Walk on the very top. In architecture a Widow’s Walk is a lookout or an observation deck atop a seashore house providing a great view of its surroundings and of course the ocean since the sea was where most of the men worked in a community like that.Cynthia loved the view of the backyard and couldn’t believe how big my yard really was. She could see the girls playing way out back on the tennis court.. We zoomed around and through trucking convoys, while I turned down every offer to race outright that we encountered. Not that I was worried about losing. Sally can top a hundred and eighty, and was more than willing to show it.I, on the other hand, decreed that this trip was being done at my speed, and not on anyone else's schedule. We traveled fast and smooth, and most especially — fun!I'd known since the moment I realized that Sally wouldn't be staying here that I'd have to take her at least.