What was it? Mark continued talking, "You have to understand..." Gun!" 63 shouted. 63 was right, there was a gun in Alice's hand. A small gun, the per...ect thing to hide in a purse. What was she doing with that, I stupidly wondered as she leveled the gun at Mark's chestThe crack of Alice's gun drove all thoughts from my mind.Mark grunted and I looked at my fiancee and my eyes widened in horror. Blood blossomed on Mark's chest, surprise painting his face, and he was falling back. Everything was. .My heart skips a beat just looking at him.He takes my hand, we dance, and I love the feeling of his strong armsaround me.By the time the dance ends I'm trembling with a feeling I cant put myfinger on.Then he kisses me, and I can name it.I'm in love with him.I want him to hold me, and kiss me, and do things I am not equipped forwith me ....Then I wake up, crying.I dont know what to do about this.I dont know who I can talk to.I know dreams aren't real, but it comes from somewhere, but where?And. I raised my hand slowly and offered a smile as they walked by my open window.“Afternoon. Lovely day for it,” one of the men offered, beaming a smile back at us. He had quite a large member. The other man’s was small. The woman was flat-chested, her pussy waxed bare.They opened one of the parked cars and started getting dressed. Renee and I watched them quietly. “That’s so amazing,” she whispered to me. “Should we go check it out?”My bravery had waned a bit. “I don’t know, they were totally. That wasn’t a problem, Ginger didn’t appear to be dressed and ready to go out, but the open bottle of Riesling was chilled to perfection. One glass led to another, one story to another, and before either noticed the time ticking away, Samantha was startled by the ringing of the doorbell. ‘Expecting someone else, Aunt Ginger?’ Ginger’s eyes twinkled as she walked towards her front door. ‘Sammi, I have to come clean to you. You remember the wounded animal I asked you to come over and take a look.