"I'm pretty sure that she needs to tell you what happened."I walked over to the grave and held out my hand to help her out, surprisingly, she accepted...it without commenting. Kira's grandmother brushed off her dress after she handed me her shovel. I leaned into her and asked quietly, "How many do you want dug?" Three should be fine." She replied in a normal voice. "Don't give me cause to need a fourth." That had more than a hint of steel in it.As soon as she took her eyes off of me Kira ran. It usually was the work of a few minutes at best, but I pleased him and pleased myself with my free hand for over half an hour, and then with a yell he released into my waiting mouth! It seemed a great amount, but I swirled it around my mouth for him to see, and then I swallowed it with a smile. Usually, Id hold it and then spit it out as soon as I could, but this was…different. I enjoyed making him feel good, and I enjoyed his making me feel good. Damn it, was I falling in love? We washed in. "Oh Carlos! I'm so sorry." She put her face next to mine, whispering in my ear, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Again and again. I could feel her hot breath on my cheek with the exclamation of her words. I could feel the wetness of her tears as they mingled with mine."What is she doing here?" The voice wasn't Lauren's. It was an angry voice. "No one is supposed to be here. Especially you. I'm calling security."I looked up in time to see the backside of a woman, apparently a nurse, judging by the. If no one else wanted to try Bobby would tell another blond joke or two, thank everyone for coming and wish all a good night. It didn’t happen this time. When Bobby never came up Brianna set the mic down on the floor and then walked back to the table she shared with her friends.Finally Bobby got back up on the bandstand. As he bent to pick up the mic he muttered “Bitch!” not realizing that the mic was sensitive enough to pick it up. A hush came over the crowd and when Bobby brought the mic up.