As much as I enjoyed our phone conversations, emails, and texts, nothing could replace actually feeling you. The past ten years held changes for us bo...h; new cities for both of us, lovers coming and going, jobs changing, even personal growth, but nothing took the place of the time we shared nor the desire to share more. Your invitation for a weekend escape arrived in your typical mysterious fashion; a simple envelope with brief instructions.Do not open until you are at the airport.Arrive on. “Lucky girl,” I thought to myself. Apparently I’m alright with sucking my brother’s cock, but not a cock covered in vomit… I’ll admit, I have some weird standards.I ran downstairs and fetched the wastebasket, water and Pepto my mother had requested and brought them back up to Steve. I open his windows and brought his drenched clothes to the laundry room so his room wouldn’t smell like vomit later. “Steve, lay on the edge of your bed and roll on your side in case you need to puke again. I. Carrie knocked on the door and opened it. Chris's room was dark, illuminated only by the hallway light shining past Carrie's body. She could see him stir under the sheets as he woke up. He squinted and held a hand up against the light. "Mom?" His voice was hoarse as he woke up. "Yes, sweetie." Carrie was surprised she was able to speak and not stutter. "Something wrong?" Chris pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes. As his vision focused, he looked up and dropped his jaw. Was he. She traced her figure with her hands as shegazed in the window, then cried some more.Slowly, she walked back to her apartment in those heels, finding that shehad no keys. No wallet or ID either. They must be back at the cemetery,she thought, and walked through the cold night back there. Halfway back,she removed the heels as her feet ached. She searched around the treeand the ancient grave. Where was that hole that was there? It was gone,and the ground was firm and overgrown like it had.