I wanted to scream. That bitch had me so on edge it was difficult to even get dressed. I slipped into my black bikini and, as if I didn’t have enoug... problems already, it wasn’t fitting right. My boobs were pressing together and the bottom was tight across my hips and ass. Great. The damn thing had shrunk in the laundry. Whatever. I didn’t have time to mess with it now so I just took the lipstick Tyger had given me and applied it generously. It was a hot slutty shade of red that looked. The song and key signature suddenly sounded familiar. It was an oldie, but there was a remake of it that was on the radio occasionally. Ringo Starr sang it; it was his range and I believe that this was the key he used in the song. If I remember correctly, Paul McCartney and Harry Nilsson sang backup on the song, and one of them even played a kazoo solo.I sighed, thinking of the Beatles, and switched before the song ended to Day Tripper, a song that was most definitely not designed for piano. I. They failed in San Francisco. They failed at the fair. They failed in the "car accident".A thought entered my head unbidden. Had they failed when Amy got sick? Had they failed with Cindi's accident? I did not know, but I was damn well going to find out. If I found out that Amy's sickness or Cindi's death were not accidents, those responsible would wish they were dealing with Victoria. They would find out what my eyes, dark green like Victoria's and Amy's, looked like when I let the monster. ..!!!!I am now at the stage of a mind blowing explosion....I want to fuck her again like a man on a mission and I want to do it as badly as she want's for it to happen ? so I think OK let's find a spot where we can at least NOT be seen and not be locked up by the local law enforcement for public fucking ??? I drive a bit further along the road but a little bit slower now ? due to one of my hands now being pushed up her skirt and doing my best to get a lovely feel of her floding pussy.