Vic’s other hand descended, joining the supporting hand. They undid his pants and unzipped. Once his club was let loose, bouncing out with a relieve... sigh from Jim, Vic led Kristen’s hand to his mighty weapon, ending their kiss. Touching it gingerly, Kristen felt it harden and expand. She held it around the edge of its thick velvety crown and pushed and pulled. They all picked up there glasses of liquor and drained them. Vic slid her lovely ass down the slippery couch seat so that when she lay. She put those thoughts on hold and wandered through the empty house, the house that had once held so much life for her. Every bit of his home held memories for her. The closet where he’d shoved his clothes over for her the first day she’d arrived. The bed where she’d spent countless nights feeling so safe. Her slim bare feet padded across the floor, feeling carpet change to tile beneath her skin as she reached the kitchen. Finger tips traced the granite counter top, a funny little girlish smile. Sooner or later we are going to not spend everydaytogether."Joy could not envision a future where she did not see her Zigs everyday. She thought that they would end up working at the same company,him in R&D and her in production planning. They would have kids thesame age, going to the same school. That would mean so many music anddance recital, games and other school function spent together. It wouldbe great to see Ziggy as a father, she knew he would be a great one andhoped that her future. He was just under a year old when the owner asked us to take care of him. It was welcomed relief. I could actually watch football without interruption. If Amy bothered me, I was just call out “cocoa, need to potty?” He would grab his leach and run to Amy. I know, a bad br*ther at best. One night I was doing homework and heard Amy giggling in the room next to me. Instead of going to the room door, I grabbed a chair and peeked in the hole in the closet. Her closet door was wide open and I could.