I feel the increasing pulses from my aching clit - I can hardly wait to get myself off afterwards, even if that's not part of the task.My task entails...taking a picture or two, with me either standing by the window or sitting on a chair in the short skirt, half-turned to the camera. Pretty simple, right? Yeah, not so much.I'm scouting around for something to hold or stand the phone against while I get into position. Nothing seems to fit the right angle or height; it's time to improvise. I stack. They would be dead sooner or later, with or without my intervention.And then I got a shock. I knew that I had been here already. I caught sight of myself, reflected in one of the living room windows. I looked like that creepy old guy I had seen at the steakhouse. I had seen myself, all those years ago. And I had felt something, an eerie premonition of events to come, looking at that old haggard face.My decision made, I had no time to loose. I had somewhere to be.It appeared that I was. "Damn," was all he could say, over and over again.He was sure it would be okay, it was just the week he'd had, his new job,what he'd been made to do. It would be okay, he was sure.In the restroom, he stood at a urinal, thinking about the sex he'd justpassed up. Thinking about what she was probably thinking right now,thinking about his cock. He imagined his cock sliding into her wet cunt,the feel of it wrapped around it, the feel of fucking her hard andfast. His cock was still limp.Suddenly he. Clarice was an innocent girl, perhaps that's why she chose a weekend sleepover instead of throwing a party. It's like being a teen all over again. You didn't know her too well, but she was a close friend of your sister.You reached down your pocket and felt the touch of your crystal necklace. Father left it at your table before he disappeared. Beside the blue jewel was a note, you remembered the scene clearly. The note said that it's the same necklace father used for his hypnosis and that it was.