Carl dragged his father to the windows. They lifted the filmy, translucent drapes and looked out at the scene across the street. "There's guys all ove... the place. Me and Carl were just lookin' out for Santa. Then these guys show up. Then the guys fell over with no sounds. They fell over like zombies or something. Are they dead, dad? Do you think they're zombies?" It could be like wrestling, Carly," Jimmy said, excited by the different kind of event. Zombies! "You know. Like the Mexican Gorilla.. Boiling black thunderheads almost completely darkened perhaps two thirds of sky—the two thirds in front of and immediately around me–but the cloud cover directly to my rear was minimal and a fair amount of ambient illumination still was still present. This created stark, strange variations in luminosity that somehow made every detail of my surroundings ‘pop.’ I felt like I had walked onto one of Frank Miller’s chiaroscuro splash pages. I turned a corner and squelched my way across an empty. Does that feel good? He asked quietly. She heard the smugness in his voice, so she didnt respond. She looked back at him over her shoulder, then turned back around. He grabbed a fistful of her silky hair and heard her yelp in pain. He forced her to face him and hissed, I said, does that feel good? Yes, She whispered. It did feel good. She loved it when he went slow like this, massaging her pussy with his cock. His cock was so thick and long, it reached every corner of her soaking wet pussy and. And then, at the end of the school week came the battle ofthe bands. I was terrified.Friday morning Aunt Melissa and I were back on the job. With the groundfloor finished I found myself carefully examining the staircase to thesecond floor. It was in need of complete restoration. No one could havetalked me out of it. I grabbed some pieces of rough sandpaper and beganwith the main banister. I envisioned in my mind's eye just how beautifulit would look when I was finished. I began sanding.