What had been just a dark gray wall, was now tinged with the ghostly color of blood. What had brought death to earth, was going to get some back.First...one, then two people pushed off, down the hallway. My circle flashed, and I followed along. It wasn’t easy, but I soon got the hang of it. I watched the leader, and followed his example. Pulling off the sticky tape handhold, I gently moved toward the center of the hall, and activated the thruster. I was flying down the hallway, head first, like. For that was the tour that killed Crystal Passion. Literally. And, until Polly Tarantella championed her legacy after decades of obscurity, this was also the tour that killed off Crystal Passion’s music and pretty much all public memory of the woman who was, for me, not just a colleague, an inspiration and a muse, but also a close friend and, most important of all, my lover. You’d think—given the huge amount of attention now devoted to all things Crystal Passion—that our arrival in the United. ?" he stammered. She drew her leg up and reached between them to rub her vagina with one finger. "Why do you think I'm here? I owe my favorite nephew an apology. This is the way I want to apologize to you. Come on over here and let me show you how sorry I am to have hurt your feelings. Then I can, MAYBE, start making it up to you. I cornered your Mom, and had her tell me about what you like, and don't like, and then I told Pam that if SHE didn't share what SHE had found out, that I was going to. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered and Linda smiled.Taking her by the hand he led her from the hotel to his car, a black Lexus SC400 coupe. He opened the door for her and enjoyed the sight of her skirt once again riding up on her perfect legs as she climbed into the seat. As he climbed behind the wheel he noticed that she had left her skirt above her stocking tops, knowing that he loved her exposed like that. He drove the car through the darkening streets in silence as his slave sat beside him,.