”She wandered through the downstairs, went to the sunroom and turned on the outside light so she could see the large yard, deck and pool. Then she ...ame back in, looked over some pictures and made her way upstairs. I found her sitting on the edge of my bed crying.I sat next to her and said, “Hey now, what’s wrong little girl? I thought this would make you happy.”“It does but when I look at everything you have, the pictures of your kids and the ones of you and your wife the reality of what I’m. "Don't fall in, girls! And no dishing!" Oh, ha ha.The restroom corridor was empty. I leaned against the wall as Megan caught up. "You can tell?" she asked warily."Yeah, but only because I used to do it too. I'm sure those guys are too busy looking at your chest to notice your pupils." Those fuckers. Guys are assholes." She was slurring a little -- good thing she lived just up the street, because no way was she driving. "Leas' you're a gentleman." Gemmin.As she said this she leaned into me but. Caldwell?*****EPILOGUE"I've got to be going," I say as I give my mother a quick kiss on thecheek. "Duty calls." Promise me you'll take care of yourself, dear," she responds. She has awarm smile on her lips but I can clearly sense that beneath her calmexterior she worries about me--as she does every time I go out at night.She is no longer openly anxious, let alone protesting my being theChosen One or trying to stop me, but I know full well that despite herconfidence in me she is still concerned. They rest there for just a moment as Curtis shifts to press his chest tightly against her back. He breathes in deeply and groans low, almost like a growl. Then his hands are tightening, grasping her hips with all his strength to press in hard and pull her down forcibly against him.Yulia looks down to see the tip of his prick between her legs. It is wet from her. It is swollen as it throbs. His skin is stretched so tautly that it gleams. She pushes forward enough to hold it firmly against her.