"Of course. And Existenz and the Brood and the Fly and Naked Lunch." Come on, Molly. We're about to have a festival of dementia." Sounds fun," said Mo...ly.We walked hand in hand to the family room where I sat in the middle of the overstuffed leather couch, giving room for Fanny to join me on my right, Molly of course nestling at my left. We began with Videodrome, David Cronenberg's first big cult success. As it began I remembered I needed to make a couple phone calls."Go ahead," said Fanny. We. "She's so cute. I just want to squeezeher to death! I think she's thecutest thing I have ever seen. Aren't you the cutest little thing?" Are you asking me if I think I'm cute?" I asked her with this realsarcastic attitude before I could stop myself.She didn't reply, but her smile faded. I put on a little angel face andoffered her some chocolate eggs. She took one for herself, then threemore she said were for her granddaughter, who was getting a manicuredown at the tacky fancy nails salon, which. I walked the last few steps to gather up my used wife. There she lay, panting, and staring blankly up at the stars. There was a huge glob of cum oozing out of her swollen pussy and dribbling into her ass. And her face and hair were covered in fresh jizz. When she realized it was me standing over her, she mumbled something. I couldn't understand her, and that is when I realized she was still completely out of it drunk. I picked up her panties off the floor, and put them back on her. I stood her. The skywas as clear as the sun was bright. It was so hot that she felt as ifshe were in an immense oven, slowly baking. Her Mustang's air-conditioning couldn't compete with the heat of the midday desert. Rosedidn't mind, though. She liked the heat, and, inside her car, shedidn't have to fear skin damage from the penetrating rays of the sun.The road rose steeply through the rugged terrain, and, over the rise,she saw the road that led west, dead-ending in Dixie Valley. Not longafter this.