I eventually got tired and sat on a bench. I was near a park and could hear children playing. Then something hit me on the back of my head. "'Sup s...it head." I hear the familiar voice say, I know instantly who this is. It was Derek, my best friend slash drug dealer. He was a good guy, he just ran his mouth too much. "Bitch," I say, "What are you doing here?" "I can ask you the same! Eric, we are like five miles from campus and you don't have a car!" he laughs out like it was the. Some of my aunts and uncles ceased communication after her final breath, or they raged at one another over who was truly at fault for her "passing too soon."The person forgot in all the madness: my grandfather.Having traveled my own path in life, I didn't think much of the drama that pervaded family affairs. In fact, I actively avoided it. She was gone. No amount of yelling or avoidance was going to change that. But one morning it dawned on me that my grandpa was now all alone within his house. As I reach the crest of my magnificent orgasm I feel him growing even larger if possible as he came hard, his sperm jetting out with enough to force to send my orgasm over the top again. He reached up and unhooked my arms and then my legs, and carried me to the shower. We slowly made love again while helping each other make sure we were squeaky clean. When our shower was finished I went to cook his breakfast while he got ready for work. I am not allowed to wear clothes around the house. I. " Her sweaty hand fumbled with the key. She inserted it into the lock and twisted. Metal clicked and Damien's left hand dropped free. He grunted, held up only by the charred remains of his right arm. She reached over him."Just hold on," she repeated as she forced the key into the lock.Britney twisted.Mr. D'Angelo dropped to the floor in a heap, moaning in agony. Britney hopped off and bent over him. Before she could react, he sprang at her. His hand slammed into her throat. She tried to scream,.