We both take firm hold of the metal and use it to create a lever, synchronously resisting the massive jaws of glass with the weight of our bodies. To...my shock and I assume his as well, we’re holding it, just a little. I try everything I can think of to avoid thinking about what might happen if one of them gets stuck in it while it’s closing. Without moving, I crane my neck to see around the corner as far as is possible. It’s not much, but somehow, it’s enough. I can see the shadows of. Felt the air between my legs and up my skirt. It was pretty awesome. A bracelet, earrings, and a necklace to finish off the look.The old lady, who's name I never did get, drove me to a bar. A local bar. One I have been too many times. Enough times that they knew my name. The old lady gave me a small purse. I looked inside: ID, credit cards, money, my house keys, even a tampon. Interesting? I walked in. The hot bartender I have always had a crush on was serving drinks. I wondered what the chance. Justin pissed Momma Bear off. I doubt if he even knew what killed him." But he is dead, right?" Jeff asked, his frown beginning to clear."Oh, hell yeah. The cleanup crew rolled him into their van in a tub. As far as I can determine, there is no record of Brenda and me ever being in the state."The General and his wives stepped into the hall. Fred put out his hand. "Sir, everything went like clockwork, thanks to you. I owe you one – a big one."Whitworth squeezed Fred's hand. "Nonsense. Just. I'll take you there when you blokes visit." Here's the B&B!"We went in, greeted our host, were shown our room and bath and were given a key. We set up our bags and I asked about parking. That set up, we left. Ten minutes later we were home.It was familiar and foreign. It was home, but no longer mine. Everything seemed ambiguous. Five months had brought about major change. Even stranger was meeting Steve, Sarah's current beau, and Alicia, Al's date. Steve was only a bit taller than Sarah and.