From behind me, I heard someone say, “Grey? Is that you?” I turned to see a handsome woman who instantly looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite p...t a name to the face. “It’s me. Donna. Donna Farentino.” That’s where the face came from! Sweet, young, nubile, Donna Farentino, Fran’s closest friend growing up. She still looked good; Gray at the temples, but busty as ever. I remembered once when she came over to see Fran, who wasn't home. I invited her in to wait and we sat on the couch. It started. David and Barbara pulled up chairs for a grandstand view. After some tender kissing on Sandra's lips, I moved down to her neck and shoulder then to her breast. Slowly, I homed in on her nipple, kissing lightly then licking then sucking on it. As I moved across to her other nipple I turned around a little so that my own breast brushed her face. She sought my nipple with her lips. Her hand found my other breast and she caressed and squeezed it, rolling the nipple between finger and thumb.I didn't. ”“Well, that’s a loose end we’re about to remove, along with that brat I got stuck with. How are you doing for money?”“I could always use money, but I like the idea of clearing up the loose end even more. As for knowledge of our relationship, except for Connie and William, I can’t think of any additional physical evidence of a family link. Of course, that excludes old high school yearbooks buried in people’s homes somewhere. Everything else was destroyed in the fires set by those drunken teens. "You mean..."I ran my hand over her bare shoulder and to the back of her neck, under her wet hair. "You have a mark on the back of your neck, a small red diamond. It's an indicator that you are bound to someone else, someone who is probably the one responsible for your actions today." What do you mean, 'bound'?" It's a term used for the connection between you and this other person." Is there any way to break this connection?" The fact that she couldn't see it, because it was on the back of her.