Christmas day was the incredibly painful trek over to the grandmother's place, listening to my fuckhead uncle talk about himself all day and trying to...look interested. By the time we left I was dying to get drunk, and that's precisely what I did when I got back to my hotel room. I was on my fifth bourbon and coke, watching television when my mobile rang. I toyed with the idea of letting it go to voicemail, but instead I answered."Hello," I slurred."Dave it's Tenneille, how are you?" came the. You take my hand and put it on your right breast. I feel it through the fabric of your clothes and bra and notice that your nipple is rather hard. This turns me on even more than I was before, and I whisper into your ear that maybe we should go to the bedroom. You say yes before I get the words out of my mouth and I giggle. And you take me into the bedroom.Candles also light up the bedroom (naturally) and I have new silk sheets on the bed. You see them and make an "ooh" of approval. You run. "We keep Lara around for him, and vice versa." "That's right." Lara tossed her hair back and grinned. "That was the plan. We're both indispensable." "Annette, I can help you bring your kit in," Mitch said. "Then I have to be out of here." "I can help, too," Brody added, and Nate echoed the offer. "Thanks, that'd be great." Annette gave them all a grateful smile. "Anyway, Annette, I'm sure Trout'd be happy to do sound for you," Lara said. "Just go on over and ask. He's already doing sound for No. .. use her. Her own mind had begun to unravel. She wanted Griggs dead but lacked the courage to kill him herself.For Jason Griggs and Sheila Wells day and night merged. Darkness and light became inseparable, or at least indistinguishable. The darkness inside each of them ate at their souls, threatening to consume them whole.Around ten in the morning, the darkness consumed Jason. Guilt and anger built until he could contain it no longer. He needed an outlet, something he could use to release his.