The soft pressure appeared in random fashion. Danyelle couldn’t discern the single touches at her sole and all around her toes. It didn’t really m...tter anyway. Besides, the feeling of the slick, warm touch was just incredibly arousing as is. As the black, slick symbiote begins to spread, the young woman started to tremble from an unknown desire. Her mind was filled with thoughts and feelings of how incredible this experience would be. Part of her knew something like this would happen. The part. I suppose I should have felt blessed by my heightened sense of smell, at least the fresh wetness was more apparent. The darkened sky matched my mood as melancholia took hold.The flashing strobe of my doorbell startled me; I still wasn’t used to it. I thought about ignoring it then decided even an annoying interruption would be marginally welcome. I slowly opened the door. Emma stood there, raindrops in her hair sparkling in the soft hallway light. I reached for my pad and pen.“?” I wrote.“Shut. Cindy hadn't seen the bedrooms yet, but she had the feeling that they would be warm and homey, with great big thick double beds and feather pillows. She'd soon know, she said to herself. She and Howard were going to spend the night here, courtesy of Ralph and Norma. And while her husband hadn't said so, there had been intimations that the weekend might be extended to two nights, the four of them returning late Monday. She hoped not. God, she hoped not, for then Howard would never be away from. Brad's still holding on to the hope he'll make a come back and make things up." Well, let's go!" she said impatiently when I didn't get out right away.I sighed and got out, but once we were inside I turned to her and commanded, "Wait here until I call you, okay?" Ohhhh!!" she complained, but didn't follow me when I entered the stairs to go up.Brad was just coming out of the bathroom when I knocked on his door, and after watching his swirls speed up while he didn't move to answer the door, I.