One showed the gate which had no activity, one showed me sitting at my small table watching the computer screen, and one showed the yard. I watched as...the cat limped from the concrete stoop, to the edge of the woods. That limp made me want to cry."Screw this," I said aloud. I put on my heavy jacket, since it was cool out, then I picked up the Glock 9mm with its holster. I threaded it onto my belt, then made sure it was covered by the coat. The cruiser had cooled off, while I did my things. I. God your cum tastes good.’ ‘Oh baby,’ was all I could mumble. Wait until Gabrielle hears about this I thought to myself and laughed. She had been right. ‘Peggy, go wipe your face off and then come back to the living room.’ She got to her feet and walked into the house. After she had cleaned up I brought her out of it and as promised, she remembered nothing. She did claim to be very thirsty however and I chuckled to myself. I called Gabrielle just as soon as Icould duck back into the garage.. My door was never locked. The Colonel seemed to mellow out quite a bit. The bravado was gone. He spent more time on the golf course, sometimes playing two rounds a day. We never talked again. His circle of friends seemed to get smaller and smaller as weeks passed. About six months after our Parcheesi game, Frank Stryker died of a heart attack while playing golf in Bermuda. They took two busloads of us to Indian Town Gap for Colonel Stryker’s military funeral. I tried to stay inconspicuous.. Cheerleaders were sluts and she was the head slut. THE ENDJerry almost came himself as he put the final sentences of his work together. He could not imagine anyone not being turned on by it. He enthusiastically went through the mildly aggravating process of transferring to file to txt format before sending it off to countless different erotic fiction and forum sites for reader apraisal. Now all he had to do was wait until it was up on the world wide web for all to see.Three days later it was up.