“We don’t call Groundhog Day, February second, do we? Or St. Patrick’s Day, March seventeenth?” Heather couldn’t resist. “I have been tel...ing people that for years!” she exclaimed, catching Wilbur’s attention. “I just told my mom that an hour ago!” “See, this girl here knows what it’s all about,” Wilbur said as a way of acknowledging her. He then did a double take as he seemed to realize who he was talking to. “Woo! Is that you, Heather? I hardly recognized you with your hair all chopped up. I lower my cock head down to the picture and leave a streak of precum on her picture, wetting her bright red lips. My stroking gets faster as I imagine what wild things could happen. ‘How many people did she invite?’ I wonder. ‘Will they all be guys? Any of my coworkers?’ I think and then, ‘Of course...that’s why the masks are required’. I imagine what she will wear that night ...what kind of skimpy little outfit she’ll wear to entice us all. The thought of her positioned on all fours, those. ‘You may, sir,’ he said, pushing his sister forward. ‘I can manage here for a bit.’ Elizabeth stood agape. ‘Teddy, I do not think it’s a good idea for me to just leave you here by yourself…’ She was cut off by Gerard as he took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. ‘I am certain he’ll be fine,’ he said as he began to walk away from the table. ‘Join me for a horseback ride. I promise I’ll be the perfect gentleman.’ Elizabeth jerked her arm back, anger evident in her pretty face. ‘Now. The girl slowly raised up and moved into full view, carefully looking around. I stood with rifle ready and walked out to meet her.At that moment another figure rose from behind a rock close to her, a pistol rising in his hand. Without thinking I snatched the rifle to my shoulder and fired. She dived to the ground glaring at me but then she heard the sound of the body hit the ground. She turned her head to look and then back at me, she just gave a small nod before climbing to her feet. She.