.. That was Gayle. I just, uh... you know, called to thank her for the invitation."Rachel nodded, and then opened a cupboard and pulled out a glass."Y...u goin', then?" she asked.I leaned against the counter, replying, "Um, yeah. No reason not to, ya know? Not like I'm some great social butterfly with a full schedule, huh?"Rachel poured herself some ice tea and took a sip, giving me a thumb's up, as she walked back out to the living room.That evening, I went through all of my clothes, trying to. That was the second time I had heard your name mentioned and I was very curious about you myself. Do you remember a Mrs. Russell and her daughter Brenda?"OH FRAPST! Did I remember! I had pushed that memory way back into the deepest recesses of my mind! I nodded and my face must have shown something like alarm because Grace then said, "Why are you upset? It was your decision and according to Mrs. Russell you were a fantastic help and she only had praises for you. Her daughter works for me now. After Harry left Sarah and I ate then lay on my bed, watching the sun dropping over the downs, and relaxing like an old married couple. We made love, not just fucked, it was slow, it was sensual, it was gentle, and it was intense in its own way, my seed soon filled her womb hot, and in, for me a large quantity. After we slept for a while, then we lay together dozing and alternating with gentle fondling, before sleep took us completely. Dawn, broke on a warm dry day, no clouds dared raise their. She was definitely the right girl.They watched as Diane leafed through the papers. She was hardly reading them, it was more as if she was remembering them. And maybe, she was.Diane knew who they would meet, before they met them. Would see the horse careering down the street, even before it had turned the corner.Where it came from, Diane didn’t know. A sudden thought swam through her mind, and she pulled the typewriter towards her. She typed mechanically, not looking at the paper, or the.