She raised her fist to knock, then dropped it again. They were laughing. She could hear a TV in the background. Hannah slowly retreated down the step..., feeling nothing but a vague curiosity. Were there really happy endings? Stepping out to the end of the driveway, she could see them in the kitchen. It had been years, but her sister looked much the same. Older now than the scared teenager she had left behind, grown into a woman and resembling in many ways Hannah herself. Like Hannah, she was. When I was quite low, I could see that near the base of one of the posts, on the street side of it, they'd dug a small hole in the grass and there was already a box of electronics in it. There was a cable running in a tiny channel from the box into a hole drilled into the underground base of the nearest post, where the cable plugged into the sensor-pole. There was no such box for the other post, but I assumed that was because the two posts were connected together by the cable that ran between. It was already starting to look like a cunt - where it had been tiny and tight before he had shoved his fingers into the boy, it was now slick and open. He watched as James clenched, returning his hole back to that tight, pink little pucker. By the time Kyle was done with him, that pretty pink hole would be gaping open and leaking come like a well-bred pussy."I'm gonna fuck you now, James," Kyle husked out, spitting onto his opened hole to make the first slide nice and slick. "I'm gonna shove. Il les aimait comme ?a, il n'y avait riende particulier ? signaler, d'ailleurs.Il attendit jusqu'? 8h, et d? croiser presque la moiti? de son ?tage quipartait ? des heures diverses, avant de pouvoir composer le num?ro quilui parut le moins escroc. Un homme r?pondit, il r?pondit de la voix laplus aig?e possible (ce n'?tait pas si difficile). L'homme vint, etcomme il le craignait il ouvrit la porte tr?s facilement. Il ne luidemanda que 60? ce qui ?tait finalement assez peu, et il lui dit qu'illa.