My hair half pulled back by a small black clip. I wore no jewelry, no make up. My black purse was filled to the brim with tissues.My mind was spinning... I could hardly grasp what had happened.Mike wouldn't let himself believe it. Jackie was in denial. But somehow, seeing that coffin was more than we could bear. The wake had been the night before, we had all cried even more. Seeing our beautiful Kaitlin alone there, sleeping quietly.A never ending sleep, where she wouldn't wake up the next. I had no regrets. Turns out my fears were unfounded. The next morning Sandy and Ray acted as if all was right with the world as we chatted over breakfast about the next phase of the remodel project. Ray informed me that he'd hired a guy to help me make the repairs to the cabin roof. The words were no sooner out of his mouth than Josh's Harley pulled into the driveway. Ray introduced me to Josh as Sandy set a plate of bacon and eggs in front of the beefy stud. He was younger than me by a decade.. "I'm on my way, Io. Just leaving his room, now." We all knew whose room was 'his.'"I still want to get you within range of the Hummer," she said. "You know my theory: Martinez lived in an unoccupied part of Zeus' brain. I was always able to communicate with him through a home-made circuit board we inherited with the Hummer. That board was designed to communicate with humans through theta-band brain waves. It was a horrible failure in terms of communicating with humans, but it was a wonderful. The long, backless, black dress emphasized her lean body. It was slit high up one leg, where, if she moved just right, I could see her creamy thigh above her black stockings. At dinner she slid my hand under her dress to show me that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. After a quick brush across her bare pussy, she moved my hand back to the table. My dick nearly tore through my tux pants. We did the bump and grind all evening, or at least when a chaperone wasn’t telling us to cool it. My balls.