One way or the other, the girl would have to be killed. Did it ultimately matter how it was done? Her suffering wouldn’t really be that long, a few ...ours at most, and at least someone would get some pleasure out of it. Besides, Robbie was already raping her, that deed couldn’t be undone. He would be just as guilty if he let Robbie defile her as if he did it himself, only he wouldn’t have as much fun. As if on cue, the anchorwoman on the TV started reporting on a girl who had been found. Yes, that would do. He would think of her as a cousin.His grandparents arrived later that afternoon; they had flown in from Nebraska. He liked his grandparents, even though his grandma insisted on hugging him. She was one of the people he didn't like to hug.The grandparents got the spare room, and Allison's family got the guesthouse out back. After eating dinner and spending a couple of hours talking, they all decided to go to bed to get a good night's sleep in preparation for the big day.The. Descendingfurther, I slipped a finger between her labia anddiscovered a world of lubricated delights. Her eyesclosed momentarily and I commenced on a program ofclitoral stimulation that was only ever going to havethe one conclusion… not that long in coming either ‘as it were. I kissed her lovingly on the cheek, realizingconcurrently that a finger alone was never likely toadequately seal the evening’s festivities. Removing thegag, I positioned myself between her legs and. I turned my face slowly away and opened my eyes. Around the room lay remnants of my life, things that had meant something to me once, things that lay as dead and lifeless as I felt. My flute lay on the floor, sheet music scattered all around. The memories haunted me. Images of my playing, my total surrender to the power of the notes and the melody brought a fresh rush of tears to my eyes. I had spent many years practicing and perfecting the talent of musician. There was a freedom of expression.