She stepped away as Tracy came around the corner and asked if I was ready to go.“yep I am. Bye Ali!” I yelled back to her.Tracy and I went out to ...er car and she drove me home with little to no awkwardness. Tracy was a very sweet woman, I have no idea why she was divorced, she was pretty for sure but her personality was what really sealed the deal. We came up to my house and I reached for the door. “Hey Zach?”“Yeah?”“Have a good night, it's been good having you at the house more and I'm. She didn't need a lot ofmakeup anymore; her face passed for naturally cute without any product. Her hair bothered her slightly, as the wind had given it an unbelievablyfeminine flip in the bangs. "Cute though," she thought to herself asshe decided to leave it. She walked up the steps to the doorway andrang the doorbell, her heart racing once again as she neared her finaldestination. Dave answered the door."Get in," he said coolly as he opened the door. Kimberly obliged andentered without. He was about fifty but still trim and handsome; his deep blue eyes were set off by his black curly hair. His face was chiselled and his cheeks well defined.Michele ran a sharp red fingernail down his body, starting at his throat and ending just below his belly button where the waistband of his boxer shorts lay tight across his abdomen. The man groaned; "You won't get away with this you bitch!" Michele responded by gently fondling his package through the satin shorts and whispering, "Shush. “I can’t live like that. That life is NOT worth living.”“But, Steve,” Kara said, sounding very concerned.“I will find another way,” I said. “Because I can’t be a zombie. I can’t.”“You’re scaring me,” Kara said quietly.“He knows,” Jessica said flatly. “And he’s doing it on purpose. He’s poisoning the well so you’ll remember his implied threat to commit suicide. It’s standard tactic among patients with mental health issues who disagree with their prescribed course of treatment.”“I simply said I.