Can be seen before going to bed. She watches him through her bedroom window. I asked if I could come over, but my grandma had said something nasty to ...er mom, so I wasn’t allowed. They have a big oak tree in their yard, so I decided I would watch him from there,” she said, and then stopped.Greg and I looked at each other again.“I think you’re leaving out the good parts,” I prodded.She blushed.“Come on, spill it,” Greg said with a big smile.“Okay. I guess I’ll never see you two after I leave,”. “Really Kimberly?” David chuckles. “Already? Didn’t you get enough earlier?” That has me blushing even more, fumbling with the strawberry I’m holding, smearing its juices on my cheek instead of getting it in my mouth. “I can’t help it. I’m in thrall with your…” I wave my hand indicating him while I search for the right words, “masculine magnetism.” He laughs at that. Loudly guffawing as if I’ve expressed something highly amusing. “Ahh Kimberly, Kimberly. How could I ever think that I will be. It's a whole different experience walking behind a woman when you've fucked that booty. Stephen was pinned between two cars. I looked at Kellie from the corner of my eye. She was tense but kept it together."Help me!" Stephen reached a hand out to me.Before I could kneel down, someone fired from behind me. The bullet hit Stephen in the neck. Ashley walked up beside me, gun hand still extended. She shot Stephen in the face. Kellie's hands gripped her shotgun tightly, but there was no other. The limo turned away from the line of expensive vehicles winding up the hill to the castle and into a neighborhood where the buildings had probably been old when Napoleon’s armies were a genuine concern for the people. Troy knocked on the partition. The driver pressed the button and it lowered with a whirring noise.“Si?” The driver asked.“Wasn’t that the way to the castle,” Troy asked him.“I have special instructions from La Contessa,” the driver explained without looking back. “She tell me.