We began spending the night at each other's house where I found that not only was Carrie my very best friend in the world, I also liked her older brot...er, Oliver. He was nice to us and, especially, to me, even though he was older–four years older. I really expected him to just ignore me like I wasn't even there but every time I would come to Carrie's, he would always say hello and ask me about school and stuff like I was a real human being.There became times when he and I would just talk with. .. “Oh, darling. Come for me. Come around me.”“Yes? ... Yes?... “Yesss! Ahhh!”“Karen! ... Fuck!”... “Mmm. You, Jeff.”“I love you, too. You’re going to miss this in a month.”“And you aren’t? Do you expect me to believe that a soapy hand in a shower will really feel as good?”“Never claimed that at all. As a matter of fact, you have the smoothest, warmest, snuggest cunt in all the world.”“And you’ve tried them all.”“Only a tiny fraction. You think that’s an inadequate fraction, and I should test a. We officially had fuel for the weekend.Once done, I walked to the big picture window directly in front of her, and closed the shades. Turning around, the sight of her was mesmerizing. She really was this desperate. This was going to work. Without a word, I unceremoniously pulled on my belt, and my already baggy jeans fell to the floor. I wasn't wearing boxers.I bent over slightly, braking eye contact only to gawk at cleavage. Without looking up, I gently gripped her throat, and pulled. I went out to the front parking lot and moved my ride around behind the building. I put it down a gravel road so it couldn’t be seen from the motel parking lot or the highway. I slept until about 08:37 and the shower felt good. I went to Lisa Marie’s room and knocked. No answer. I went down stairs to the light breakfast bar set up in the lobby. The clerk came over to me and handed me a note. I opened it and read: Jack, Thank you for all that you did for me yesterday. I will always remember the.