Now shestood there, the paper towel and glass cleaner in hand."Not what you were expecting was it?" Grace said, looking pleased."No," Marcia admitted...."They sure had a macabre sense of irony naming theplace Hope Crossing based on that incident, that's for sure."Grace agreed. "Yes, and I've always admired them for it."* * *Marcia occasionally wondered about the quantum physics of her own life.This was one such occasion. She, too, was subject to the theoreticalspeculation of others.. Mrs. Garrett came upstairs to check on her daughters, and Ellen was shocked at how the sorrows of the South were etched into the lines of her face, which only months before had been careworn, but not utterly distraught. Ellen knew how serious things were, just by looking at her face. Mrs. Garrett had tried to keep her daughters shielded from what might come, should the South fail in its crusade against the might of the Union Army, but she had hoped it would never come to this. She led the girls. As I came down the stairs, Donnie's two friends were there. "Oh, wow, Mrs. Arnold, all the eyes are gonna be on you tonight," said, Eric, the taller of my son's two friends. "I'll say, my eyes just love what they see, Mrs. A," Josh, his other friend said. "Well, guys, at my age, I'll take every complement like that I can get." "Trust me, you're looking just the right age for me, oh, for sure," Eric said with a grin. "Count me in that number, Mrs. A. You look gorgeous. If you need an escort, I'm. The sensitive flesh took to the hot liquid quickly, causing you to buck like crazy.Again, it cooled quickly, and you calmed as you felt it cracking. Again, the fire poured down your back and ass. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt what seemed to be nails scraped your abdomen as they traced circles.Were they examining you? The unmistakable fruity odor told you this wasn’t the same person as last time; the nails were clearly longer and sharper this time. You were suddenly very sure that there.