Kara sat up. Raising her eyebrows at me, she put her first two fingers in her mouth, lips pillowing over them as she pulled them back out shiny. Smi...ed. Then she leaned down and pushed them inside Aunt Cici. Nasty smile still painted on her face, she gently fucked our aunt.“Oh, fuck, Kara.” Cici moaned, her head thrashing to the side. “Fuck.”Her hips bucked. As if they beckoned her, Kara leaned forward. Pressed her mouth against Cici’s clit, licking and fucking harder and harder. . Which is why I'm a freak. What you can't see is harder to explain.Actually, explain how I can do what I can do is one thing I can't do. I don't know. Honestly. I can see through stuff, though it's not exactly vision. It feels more like I'm recalling a memory of seeing a piece of paper, or that bomb. If you've seen the inside of something, for instance the inside of a phone while you're inserting the SIM card behind the battery you can look at the back of your phone and recall what it looks like. Angel said she'd pack a bag and have it ready in case it was a last minute thing.I sat in the back and watched the dancers come and go. Amy began describing a couple that came out to a mini-van parked next to the van. It was a dancer and one of the patrons, and they were making the mini-van rock. She was enjoying describing details like the dancers' over sized breasts bouncing around as she rode the patron reverse cowboy. Amy told me how the mini-van was starting to steam up and the guy was now. ‘Sí,’ he answers sounding slightly confused. ‘Who is this?’ No answer comes. Instead, the line goes dead. The Prime Minister hangs up the phone and feels a hand settle on his shoulder. ‘Who was that?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he says to his wife. Suddenly there is a load crash that startles both of them. Fear instantly has its grip on Reyes and he has the feeling the phone call in the sudden crash is connected. ‘Get to the children and call the police,’ he tells his wife. But before either can get fully.