"Whoops," she said."Yeah, whoops," I answered.She leaned in for her turn while I chalked up my own cue. She bumped me with her hip, and I noticed that...she was shooting at the wrong ball. There was an easy shot right next to the pocket, but she was aiming for one that would go all the way back where it started from. I thought about commenting on it, but then wondered if she wasn't playing some kind of strategy.She shot, and the ball, as expected, missed the pocket entirely and rolled harmlessly. She has very big boobs and her ass just pops out of her dress. Whenever she mops aur sweeps, she sits down. Because of this, her cleavage is seen clearly which gives an instant boner. Seeing her ass makes me feel like just going and banging her. One day I was alone at home and it was very boring. My Wifi was also not working at that time. I thought to masturbate and then sleep for some time. Nobody was home and would not be there for 2 days. I was just about to masturbate when I heard the. Despite the cold, and uncomfortable floor, I passed out almost immediately. Nightmares of mobs with pitch forks led by my father wielding a shotgun, haunted me during the night. I awoke stiff and cold, my missing hand throbbing. I decided to check the wound.After a painful few minutes easing my make shift bandage off, I found my stump seemed to have completely healed over, with a layer of what looked like skin. This surprised me a bit, it couldn't have been more than 12 hours since it was raw. God!" I said. "I know her. That's Holly... something. I can't remember her last name." Holly McAllister. How do you know her?" Scott said pushing the pause button."We were in the book club together," I said, staring at the frozen image on the TV. "She dropped out several months ago. I don't know the details, but something was wrong at home." Sickness," Scott said starting the tape again. "I'll be out in a few minutes. Keep watching."And watch, I did. I had wondered what had happened to Holly. I.