It all seemed so real, just like it happened those eight long years ago. Harry even had a hardon, excited from the memories of his beloved Susan. Sh... would not be able to help him with it this time though. He still couldn’t believe that she was gone. It was so fucking unfair. A freak accident, they called it. The driver of the lumber truck never even saw Susan’s white Honda Civic. It wouldn’t have made much differ- ence anyway, with the speed he was going. At least. ' It's one of my father's favorites. He lets me sip it from time to time, and I like it, too. It has a little bit of a peaty taste, and it's really smooth." Liz walked back carrying a tray that held three glasses of whisky, a small bottle of water and a towel."I thought you said A drink," said Tim."Oh, don't worry. It'll work out. I'm not trying to get you drunk," Liz laughed. She poured some of the water in her glass and took a sip. "Can I ask you a question, though?" she asked as she walked. I smiled as I remembered what life with Julie was like when she was little.When we were growing up, Julie had been an exhibitionist that became a tease, then to slut. When she was younger, trying to keep any clothes on her was a chore. When she hit puberty, around the house, it was a t-shirt and maybe panties and maybe not. At first mom tried to stop her, but all the males including dad encouraged her. She loved the attention she got. The stares and glares when her tits bounced, or when she. She peeked throught the door eye but saw nothing but a white blur. Tap Tap again. Unlocking the door she opened it and a pile of snow crashed through her door covering her feet up to her knees quickly no longer caring what made the sound she closed the door. Then the pile began to move. Julia shrieked grabbing the nearest item which happened to be an old cane of her mothers and beat the pile still. Realizing how foolish it was to beat a pile of snow she was suddenly horrified as red began to.