In the night outside the window the entire project was covered in a thick, globby blanket of white. The snow fell with a dreamlike lazy slowness, but ...o densely it made the buildings seem dark gray instead of dark brick red, and it completely obscured the contours of the access driveway that ran behind our building. I strained nearer the window and listened. After a short time I could indeed hear it: the muffled, barely audible hissed of falling snow."Hear it?" she asked."Mmm. Yeaahh." Oh,. . When I woke ninety minutes later, Sue still wasn’t home. Extra laps around the track or around some sweet pussy maybe? Not sharing that other pussy with me is making me sad. For us, a little lickety-the-splity is a short trip away from fucking her husband or both of them. I trust her to at least share the details with me. Now, where did I leave that grass. Here you are. Watching my dick shrink while I lit up made me sad. When I killed the roach, I felt better. Mellow, spacey, care free,. She needed to feel some kind of punishment for being alive when her father was not.Finally, she could stand it no longer and drew her hand back. She bowed a moment, rubbing her left hand with her right, working to push warmth back into the palm of her hand. Then she looked up, tears streaming down her face yet again.“Goodbye, Father.” Her voice was a whisper as she bid her final farewell to Ardt. Closing her eyes in resignation, she turned and walked away, her head hanging low.Elva was not.
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