Perhaps then, to recapture her, the carriage was used (or perhaps already nearby with the horses harnessed for some reason), so that she was quickly p...rsued along the road and perhaps even run over by the carriage by accident, due to very poor visibility during the violent and extremely heavy downpour at the height of the storm. All local witnesses agree that during the mid afternoon of the day Rochelle vanished, the storm had been heavy enough at several times so that visibility, even on the. Now they wanted to see the finishing act.I said, “Only if you do beside us.”Not another word was spoken; they just lay down beside us and began to make love. Put up or shut up, I thought. I slowly slid into my girl. I looked deep into her beautiful eyes as a short, low groan escaped me. She looked so hot as the moon glistened in her eyes and on the sweat on her face, breasts and body.My lover's breathing started to hasten once more. She wrapped her arms around me tightly, then arched her back. He'd been right—he had no rhythm to speak of—but that hardly mattered in the face of how sexualized his every movement was. Rebecca watched, transfixed, as he cupped one red haired woman's hips and ground into her. The woman moaned and dropped her head, exposing her throat, and Rome ducked his head and settled into the curve of her neck. They gyrated against each other, swaying to a tune that was entirely their own. When Rome opened his eyes and stared right after her, she was too swept up in. It was just then that it hit him, just like the bullet now shot into his heart. It wasn’t thunder and lighting. It was the muzzle flash and explosion from the gun. He spun around violently gripping his now burning chest and fell into a mud puddle face first. His blood mixed with the dirt and water as he lay dying. The three shadows stepped into the light and sneered at him as they stepped on and over his dead body. ‘Dirty mick…’ was one of the insults that was spat at the dying boy’s crumpled.