My favorite waitress smiled that same smile and nodded fervently before turning back to the computer. I now had the remote on full blast, and the sigh... of Allyson with her fist in her mouth and her thighs pressed together had my cock making a tent in my pants to the point the tip touched the table. I surveyed the nearby tables and made sure I was in nobody's sight line before discreetly pulling it out and gently stroking.I've officially lost my mind.Grace and I had done some crazy things back. " My grandfather is okay with this?" He told us to do it, Miss." Clarice," Dennis said evenly."What, cousin?" I wasn't there, but your brother killed my mother. My father shot him before that, but that didn't stop him. Then Dwight went on to kill someone else. Then Miss Kennedy waded in and finished it ... and Dwight. You have to understand, that if it was up to me, I'd piss on your brother's grave?"Clarice recoiled, startled. "Dwight? Hurt Aunt Cynthia? I don't believe it!" Enough!" Kennedy. I would be atwitching mess of embarrassment if everyone could see my eyes. The girl I notice is very pretty. Looks like an art school girl, funky,probably heading back to JP. She has a very interesting look, a heartshaped face framed well by an overgrown bob. A small scar on the bridgeof her pierced nose looks cute. I mention this simply as an observation.I feel nothing for her. No movement. All I feel is some strange sense ofkinship. I hope the hipster she might be going home to appreciates. I disagree. It's not fair to her for me to hog the keyboard.Tabitha has agreed to write a passage in her own voice, so I will take abreak and let her have at it.Chapter 1Where do I begin? Greg has been after me to tell my version of thingsever since he started writing about us. I wasn't sure I wanted him totell everybody our story, but it is nice to remember how we met and whatwe did when we knew we wanted to be together. You already know prettymuch all there is to know about me, but I will see.