"There didn?t seem to be any alternative to following her, though herlong legs meant I hustled a couple of steps for each of hers. Having tolook up to...speak with her didn?t feel right, used as I was to beingtall. I probably wasn?t much more than four feet tall."I am a walking, bloody cliche," I muttered, scurrying to keep up withher confident strides."Cliches have to start somewhere. You do it well though, I could dropyou off at the school gates and you could walk right in."A shudder ran. It seems that rain lends itself to such solemn occasions. The sound of the rain turns into a lament for the pain of the living, and the soaking rain provides a glimpse of the clammy chill of the grave.Standing over the freshly dug grave, Michael Dane had no words, no thoughts, only feelings.Feelings of rage. Feelings of pain. Feelings of love-- and an overwhelming thirst for revenge.For thirty-eight years Michael's life had been-- interesting. From the day he was born, Michael had led a unique. ..the talk was replaced with moaning that aroused Danny...he reached into his pants..hearing his aunt moan. Danny stroked his penis...went in the hallway and one point in a crack in the door see his aunt Lynn twerk on he bed..hearing her short breaths and extacy...as that vibrator took his aunt to a wanton state. As this is going..Danny keeps Stroking...having not to be seen...biting his tougue... Soon his Aunt says to Jodi...over the phone..."Oh gawd...I gonna cum.." Danny held his breath. We decided to meet the next day at my home. I picked her up the next day near her home and brought her to my house.She asked if I had any shirt that she could wear. I got her a black shirt which I knew would make her look sexy. She didn’t hesitate and started removing her top and bra in front of me. But midway, she turned her back to her so that I could see what was happening but not her boobs directly.This was too hot to handle for me. She removed her bra and threw it at me. She wore my shirt.