I jump as a loud thump sounds and the doors of the library burst open. Three gun-toting masked men walk in and immediately begin shooting at everyone....Even the kids. Even though it is only a vision I run to hide until the shooting stops. When I come out of my hiding place behind a bookshelf in the far back, everyone is dead. There is blood everywhere and I want hurl. I then look over to the girl's table and almost cry as they are all dead. The mother, father, brother, sister, and her. I. She reallywanted Pat to feel the same way she did, but they were going in separateways. Did she want him to feel as bad about her leaving as she did?She fought back against the melancholy even as tears started to form.She didn't see how a relationship was possible for them. She had tofinish her thesis and he wasn't going to just pick up and go with her toNew York. Maybe it was better to be the only one in love.About that time, Pat shifted his weight and his arms tightened aroundher. His. Cynthia had felt that something had to bedone. She loved Mark and couldn't see him just exist day in day out.The smile was missing, so was the joy. So she decided to meet thiswoman who had come between her and Mark. To decide, once and for all,how to proceed. But, not before giving Mark a chance. That was allthis night was about.So Cynthia knocked and waited. The door opened and Cynthia's breathstuck in her throat. Standing in front of her, with a dazzling smileon her face, was Mary. Dressed in. Her overly large breasts spilled out of their confines, the nipples large and dark brown in hue, stood out in stark contrast to the paleness of the surrounding skin. I cupped a breast in each in of my hands. ‘You know I shouldn’t let you do this to me,’ she said in a tone of halfhearted reluctance. I continued to playfully fondle her breasts, and said teasingly, ‘You can tell me to stop at any time, but given your supposed raunchy nature I didn’t think you would mind. I guess that was all an.