"Rebecca," said the dark-haired girl who had a circle of puffy fox furs about her slim shoulders as Anne squeezed in beside her."Anne Conroy, please e...cuse me," she said, hauling in the blue sacque dress she had worn to her sister's wedding."Glad to see you I'm sure. Those two fair-haired flirts across from us are both Peggys, and I can't tell them apart." Rebecca Frank laughed and put her fingers to her smiling lips."We've met," said Peggy Chew, extending a slim hand, fingers down. "The major. They were as firm as the tworipe melons that made up her stunning behind. We talked, as best we could over the loud band, we danced, and we drank.And we drank some more. Then we drank some more. I was feeling no painwhat so ever. She told me her name was Kathy. After a while, I losttrack of time. I remember her asking me back to her place. I remembergetting into her brand new, yellow Ford Mustang. I remember driving fora while. And then, I don't remember anything till I woke up the. The entire audience was mesmerized." Sounds wonderful, Mitch. Such a pity you didn't care for the piano lessons." Mom, it's been twenty years since your last attempt. I think it's time you gave up on me becoming a pianist," I said with a grin."By the way, do we have any stories in our families of witches or seers?" What a curious thing to ask! No, I don't think so. As far as I recall, all of my ancestors were solid craftsmen or homemakers. Not a witch among them. Why the question?" Well, I've. “Good evening Sarah,” the man said in a rich, Caribbean accent, “My name is Jamal, are you ready to die?”Sarah blushed and nodded, spreading her legs open even wider, “Yes, Jamal, please kill me.”The older man wasted no time, walking over and climbing up on top of the young teen with a seductive grin. He set the gun next to Sarah’s head before bending down and placing his lips squarely on hers. Sarah couldn’t help but moan as they kissed, her lips parting and their tongues dancing around the.