Standing up he shut down his computer and moved to get dressed. John was a tall an, standing just over six feet with sea blue eyes and dark brown hair... He was built slender but cut, his frame quite athletic and was told he was quite endowed. He grinned as he looked into the mirror, looking as good as he was going to he left to meet some of the people who had already gathered for the party.Stepping out he welcomed some of his friends from class, a group of friends that his brother new, then some. A pimple ... the pimple grew, so slowly. The grooves, barely moving as they spun the bullet, keeping it burrowing into the skin. It began to flatten as the hollow point touched the bone. It spread, four copper arms slowly extending as the bullet continued on its way. The lead core flattening so slowly. Her eyes had a flutter, the beginning of a blink. The bones of the skull deformed, pushing in, a splatter of pink and red pushed away from the face, the drops of blood and shreds of skin creating. He grumbled that they should do it more often, but so did she. Their son was grown now – married last June and expecting their first grandchild next August. They were going to be grandparents and that made both of them feel so OLD. But they weren’t – at forty-five and forty-six, they were still young, fit, healthy. It was weird. They had more time, more money and were too tired to make the effort to do the things that they had promised each other ‘when the house was theirs again’. Top of that. I froze in my tracks as soon as I opened the bathroom door. Patty was sitting in the jacuzzi, an inch or so of cleavage above the roiling surface."Sis," I exclaimed, disturbed by just how much effort it required to turn away toward the door. "What are you doing?" Mmm ... Relaxing in a jacuzzi. Bring me a towel so I don't drip on the floor. I still need to wash my hair."Heart racing, I walked back into the bathroom and grabbed a towel. I faced the door to the room when I walked back out, holding.