Ross just smiled and continued his way to the kitchen. No one responded to their dad shouting bye as he closed the front door behind him. Ross was sur...rised to see his Susie at the breakfast table, she doesn’t usually get up until she has to, having it down to the exact minute how long it takes her to get out of bed and get herself ready before she has to leave the house. Mind you, she was still in her dressing gown. Ross was halfway through his cereal when he heard a car horn outside. Cathy. I deal with it by taking care of her, but that&hellip, Clark saw tears at the corner of her eyes. She raised the back of her hand to wipe at her tears and took a deep breath. Clark felt sadness spring up inside of him again. These Kitsune were having some weird affects on him. He stood up, shakily again, and stood next to her. What should I call you? The girl looked over at him questioningly. I called her Happy, because of her&hellip, bubbling personality. But you are much more real, so I cant. Strauss, although I didn't fault the poor broken man very much. Even after our return to camp he never quite snapped out of the depression he'd found himself now trapped with. Our not so petty revenge wasn't enough to make up for the loss of his lover Caroline. Not to mention that he'd pulled a trigger a few times by that trench in the sand ... possibly more than just a few times. There was a whispered rumor that he'd confessed everything a few weeks later to a visiting Army chaplain who. .Ooh yes..God yes.." She moaned while her dance continued still just as slow.And it was pure torment to watch Hermione at her most intimate and know he would not be able to do anything but wait, aching for release with every fiber of his being. She arched her back as she began kneading her other fleshy mound a little less gentle now, her moans and panting grew louder as they do when one knows that no one can hear you, only someone could and it only built on his pleasurable agony of waiting."Ooh.