Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see blue. I saw sad, black, tired eyes. As I pulled on my pants, I stopped to reflect on the three parallel lines on...the side of my thigh. I felt like crying but held back.Mom and dad were dressed and waiting for me. Dad was in a well-pressed suit and mom wore a black dress with a black ribbon in her hair. Suzie would have liked the way they looked.The drive to the cemetery was quiet. No one had meaningful words to say, each one experiencing their own form of. Thesmell was something I had never encountered as a boy playing ball orriding my bike. It really wasn't a bad smell, just a smell I was notused.There were several women sitting in the waiting area, reading magazinesor talking with each other. One twosome seemed to be a mother and her 11year old daughter. I didn't make eye contact with any of those women butI could feel their stares taking me in. I walked straight to thereceptionist's desk. A lovely young woman of about 25 sat behind thedesk and. With that, I grabbed her hands firmly and d**g her inside with me, locking the door behind us. She struggled against me and I got behind her and pushed her into my room and threw her down on the bed. She looked up at me and pleaded with me to please let her go home. I again called her a little slut and a fucking cock tease. She exclaimed that she was married and didn't want to ruin her marriage. "You should have thought about that before you started showing another man your tits, at HIS own. I couldn't tell which. It didn't actually matter, anyway. She was my prisoner and would remain so until I decided to release her.I kept up my oral assault on her nether region, making sure to cover every inch both inside and out, and her thrashing about only got more and more insistant. I could feel her excitement increasing and knew that it wouldn't be long until she was creaming all over my face, so I stopped completely before she was able to achieve release. She moaned in frustration.I.