Would you mind if I drove him over?” Don smiled at Chloe and told her to go ahead and said to me to be careful. “Chloe is not always such a lady...” She stuck her tongue out at him and then walked over and gave him a very wet passionate kiss. A few minutes later I folded myself and my laptop into the passenger seat of the most powerful sports car I have ever ridden in in my entire life. The engine sounded like a caged jungle cat being prodded into motion as she pointed the front of the car. They soon made things perfectlyclear when the taller man knelt in front of her, slapped her very hard acrossher face and took the front of her threadbare dress in both hands. Blood beganto trickle out of her nose and dripped on her chest. Nadia shrieked in painand fright as he tore the thin cotton apart down to her waist, exposing hersmall breasts. Mishka tumbled out and landed on her lap. The man looked down,laughed cruelly and threw the doll across the bare room. Nadia whimpered infear,. Who am I?The funeral was for an acquaintance, a minor ghost from the past. She attended Notre Dame with me but never rode in my Desoto. She looked me up after she moved to the Pacific Northwest. Despite her Notre Dame diploma, her funeral was a secular service that lacked the propriety spiritual ambiance for the mystery of death found in a Catholic religious service, at least for me.Reposed in her open coffin, lifelike, black coiffured hair, fingernails polished pearl white, hands holding a red. I just don't know anymore," Evan nearly whispered,"I mean, I envy you all so much, at how freely you speak toeach other, without fear of repercussions! You could sitnext to each other, and no one would freak out. Women arejust so much more... open, to each other." Well, we can fix that..." said Kara, finally speaking up.She had a kind grin on her face, as she walked over to Evanand put her hand around his shoulder. "I kinda suspectedit, from the way you look at my friends and I. Thanks.