My hand immediately grasped one of her breasts, massaging it through her t-shirt, feeling her nipples swell and harden in response. She wasn’t even ...earing a bra under that shirt, which was definitely unusual for Deni.I reached for the bottom hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head, her arms held straight upright letting me pull it right off, leaving her completely topless. I tossed it onto the back seat of the car, kissing her passionately, my hands returning to directly handle her breasts,. They were haunting me. It was silly that I was afraid of inanimate jewelry but I slid them off and placed them in my drawer just the same.Fall was beginning to drag itself through town, turning leaves orange and red. I loved Autumn. I adored the scent of burning embers in the air, the hard cider and the candied apples. This year I faced the season with a quiet dread. Any day I'd get the call from my lawyer that the 40 days were over, that any additional paperwork filed was finished.Suddenly one. Jenkins. I hadn't thought about what I would do if my mother came back and caught me in a dress. She came over to me and hugged me. Sheila and Vicky followed their mother out of the room. "Tony, you're beautiful in that dress." She murmured. If I was so beautiful, why did she have tears in her eyes? Mother sat beside me, "Darling, I want you to be very brave. Your father won't be coming back. He died yesterday." We both cried. When we returned to our own home, I went to my room and removed my. The faces are cloaked in cowl draped shadow, taunting her with their mystery. Slow steps, anxious eyes look into the darkness, trying to see… trying to know. Each step drawing her closer – burnished wood, icy stone. She can not escape the circle of souls surrounding the white draped form. She struggles inside as she realizes she really does not wish to. Emotions filling her soul, calling to her in a dance of ancient desire and the emergence of restless anticipation. Guiding hands – urging.