Blood, life, from this dying creature in his arms.He shook his head. What the fuck, get a grip.“Just ... find me a place ... really ... really dark....Completely ... dark.”“You have a bullet in your fucking stomach, Fiona!” He winced as another bullet snapped nearby, crashing into his shadow as he rounded another corner. Those psychos were a ways behind him, slowed down by that weird web thing the girl had made, but they were going to catch up.“Darkness ... all ... I’ll need...”“Darkness? Like, a. Later that morning his uncle found him down on his hands and knees by the beautiful woman's tombstone trimming the grass that grew too close to the tombstone for the mower to reach."She was a beautiful lady, wasn't she?" he said to the boy."Yes Sir. Did you know her, Uncle Homer?" No, but I do remember the day of her funeral. She and her husband were killed in an automobile accident out on Route 22. Their family buried the two of them on the same day." Did she have lots of family?" Her parents. This time I gained courage and removed my shirt and vest. Since she is closing her eyes she is unaware of my topless. While sitting on the ass I pressed and caressed her ass a number of times. And I massaged her whole back and told her that I am going to remove her bra hooks as it may get spoiled. Without her permission I unhook her bra and widened that. Her whole broad back is now visible without any clothes. While massaging her back I slightly untied her petticoat knot and her petticoat. Bill and I had been best friends in school from grade 7 on, and he was theonly friend my mom counted as "one of the family". By that, she meant thathe could come in the house without knocking, and have sleepovers withoutasking, and would share meals frequently.But after high school, he moved half-way across the country to go to collegeand never returned to our fair city. We kept in touch for the first fewyears, but for whatever reason, our communication stopped. No fights orarguments, just.