I should have known better. Our friendship--such as it was--was built on our daily interactions. With that removed, it was inexorably bound to slowly ...ade away, leaving only a palimpset of itself. It's like watching the tide go out--you never realize that it's slipping away until you take a look at the expanse of wet sand before you. But then, I've always been fond of tilting at windmills.We went out to dinner a few more times. It was a convenient way to catch up on the past week, and a. He went to Dave's grave first. Dave had been on his mind a lot since Col. Ryan had been confused and claimed he was seeing him. Gibbs let out a huge gust of air as he approached the grave, saluting solemnly and standing at attention, his thoughts with the young man who had died far too young."Gibbs?" The voice was soft, tentative, but he'd know it anywhere."Tony?" Gibbs turned, taking in the other man's gray suit and muted tie. "Too early for you to be here. Did I wake you up?" He didn't know. I am now completely stuck as my ice release will no longer free my hands. Then she slowly, deliberately starts to lift up my skirt. I struggle, but to no avail, other than to catch a glimpse of Theresa holding her phone up and recording everything, with a huge smile at my humiliation. Soon my panties are exposed, displaying my cock tightly pressing them. I try to think about something else, anything else. Carol mentions how this slut must be enjoying this. I watch in horror as she reaches down. My clothes were not going to matter.Ayan: I did not do anything of that sort, Mom.Mona: I did not say you did. I just said you would have if you wanted to.Ayan: Yeah? And how would you have reacted if I did something to you?Mona: I don’t know. It depends on what you do to me.Ayan: Mom, I think we should just sleep. It’s so late already. I mean, it is early morning.Mona: Oh yes. It’s 3:00 AM. I did not realize we had been talking for so long. But, before we stop this conversation, Ayan, I want.