She wasn't much into girlish small talk.Curious, I entered the living room. Laura, wearing her favorite pair of old sweats and a T-shirt was sitting o... the couch, a glass of white wine in her hand. Her face was flushed in a manner that immediately told me she wasn't on her first glass of wine. Sitting next to her was Sharon, our next door neighbor.Sharon and Tom had moved into their house the day after we'd moved into ours, both of us purchasers of brand-new homes in a brand-new subdivision.. .. guiding you .... capturingyou .... pulling you further and further under mycontrol .... you are lost in my eyes .... lost .... keep looking andlistening to me .... only to me ....obey my everycommand ... look deeper ..." Her " rescuer" moaned and his jaw fellslack, then a tiny drop of drool formed in the corner of his mouth as he feltas if he were actually falling into Evilena's green,mesmerizing gaze. Seldom hadanyone fallen under her control so quickly. " I'mgoing to give you a phrase. She began to feel the erotic pleasure rise as the door openned and she felt herself being lifted out. There was a slow rhythmic swaying as the pallbearers carried her into the church. It was just as she had imagined it during Kathy's funeral so many months ago. She heard quiet sobbs from some as she was carried up the aisle to the bier. She was lifted slightly then set down. The light dimmed as the pall was spread over her casket. The sweet aroma of flowers quickly filled the casket. She lay. She finally chose her outfit, one of my favourites, to be precise. The pale blue summer dress with dark blue micro flowers. underneath her half cup white bra so it couldn't be seen above her dress neckline. Down below she pulled on her fine, lace, mesh knickers, these didn't leave anything to the imagination. Her dark pubic triangle stood out clearly through these. She pulled her dress over her head and was almost complete. A little perfume, a touch of lippy and eyeshadow, then it was hair.