"I know where we're heading. Go to tenth and maple. There's a store I've always wanted to check out," Mystique said."Alright," I said.I started to sta...e at Mystique's fine blue legs and her blue pussy. My dick started getting hard. Mystique looked at me and smiled."What're you staring at, Ricky?" Mystique asked."Nothing," I said."Whatever. You're checking out my body," Mystique said.I started to get nervous."N...No, I'm not," I said nervously."Yeah. And, I suppose that's your 'science project. All she ever told me was that she was just dealing with things, and in time, she'd be all right. But after a few weeks of this, she hadn't. If anything, it seemed to be getting worse and worse. Though no one was saying anything, I was reasonably certain that they were headed for divorce. The tiny bit of affection I had once seen between them was no longer existent. And like I said, dad was spending more and more time away from home.As for me I was growing a bit restless myself. Unemployed, it. “For fucks sake Mike think about it, if they are asleep he’ll wake them,” I ballocked him trying to catch the lad, the darling of our retired elderly lives.Mike is useless in many ways, seems to be in his own lost world since retiring from his international bank executive post fifteen years ago and relaxed too much, as far as Faye, Stuart our son and I are concerned. He is eighty-one and handsome in a mature, quiet way, still with a good spread of crisp white hair, very forgetful, his driving. Inside is a small silver pocket watch, a note sits beside it. You pick the watch up and open it up to see a regular old pocket watch, ticking away at a slow pace. "Its just some old pocket watch, Charlie!" You yell across the building."Interesting. Can you tell who its from? My girlfriend is going to flip when she hears about this creepy story."You reach into the box and pull out the note. It appears to be fairly worn out. Inside is written as follows:"Dear holder of this watch,The power that.