No need to waste any more time. There was no will, but they had found and notified an ex wife who told them that they had a daughter. She hadn't sound...d very grief stricken, but that was the way with ex wives he thought. Anyway, that was all tied up.He took one last look. The body had gone, and the rope was lying neatly on the stairs. He looked at the beam the rope had been tied around, let out a sigh and decided that his governor was probably right, after all, he knew the village much better. At first it's only that - a static touch - but then it begins moving, flowing, tracing down your palm, leaving a trail of energy. By the time it's gone back up to your wrists, the tingling has already sunk underneath your skin, gnawing to your bones, seizing in its teeth. Fingers wrap wide around your arms in agonizing slowness, quickly followed by that paralyzing grip that has already caught every part of your arms, from below those fingers, in its electrifying shackles. It takes lead and by. The first thread to catch my attention on the discussion board read, "Is Charley some sort of Tiger in bed?"For three months, people had commented that my "performance" reports seemed absurd. An eighteen year old might come five times in a day, but not some middle-aged man especially one who insists that he doesn't use pharmaceutical enhancement. I didn't blame them, I hadn't thought it possible either, but how many middle-aged men get the opportunity to live out fantasies with the level of. Ilooked every bit the part of a naughty school girl, with my cute suckerpunch skirt still on, my heels, and my bra and breasts -- now covered incum. I just continued to stare, entranced by the image...Alex was no longer protesting. I wasn't arguing. I was just in shock,staring at the image, and hating myself for finding it so hot...On that note, I slowly raised a finger, with shiny purple fingernailpolish, to just above my breasts, and traced my cleavage, collecting cumalong the fingertip.