‘Senator Allen died of a heart attack.’ I said. ‘Natural causes. Fortuitous, but natural.’ —- The Medical Examiner appeared before the podiu... in the Media Room of Police Headquarters, wearing a labcoat and a baseball hat with the Combat Medical Badge affixed to it. The room was full of reporters from all over the State. They were taking notes and straining to hear as the M.E. spoke. ‘It appears at this point that Senator Allen died of a heart attack.’ said CMB, as most of us watched from the. This only made the experience all the more heavenly. “Steeeve!!!” My name never sounded better. She started moving her hips faster. Her hands were now on my ass, pulling me in with every thrust, ensuring I went in as deep as I possibly could. The two minutes this lasted must have been the best two minutes of my entire life. “Steeeeve!!!” She continued yelling out my name, Her pussy began to contract and her breathing became faster. Her legs locked me in, her hands held my neck so tight I. I sure hope David will like all that was done to me.It was 6:15 when I walked out the doors of the spa. I heard someone call my name. I looked around and a gal with a camera came up to me."Mrs. Joyce Jones, "I am paid to take some pictures of you."I did a lot poses for her she must have taken a dozen pictures of me. I thanked her. I walked into the Tequila Bar looking for David. I didn't see him anywhere, so I got a glass of wine and sat at table to wait for him. I couldn't believe the number. But her determination was only met with the still insistent inner voice: ‘You hope!’ ‘Yes,’ Vanessa said out loud then, ‘I hope.’ She could immediately here the voice of her inner Nessa laughing, almost cackling at Vanessa’s vain hope. At home she decided on a glass of wine, not too usual for her, and a hot bath. With a huge sigh, Vanessa sank down into the bubbly, hot water and let it surround her, caress her skin and sooth herself. She reached off to the side and took the fluted wine glass.