My mind wandered back to about two years ago and how my life had progressed since my mom died. My name is Alex and I am in my first year at college st...dying to be a psychologist. I had been reluctant at first to come and study because I knew things were tight for my dad and me financially so I had insisted on going and working to save money to help pay my way. He had laughed and told me that he had received a large settlement recently which would solve all of our problems. He refused to. I light a smoke waiting for her. She arrives...I say hi...a quick kiss and tell her to close her eyes. I gave her a small gift for her desk at work to remind her of me. A Funko Pop of Deadpool...trust me..it works. So she smiles...loves it.. or at least she says she does...and then tells me that she has some bad news....her pussy is now "out of service"...shit... I really wanted to just take her as soon as she pulled up...pull up her dress...tear off her panties and eat her pussy until she came. I was actually learning a few things from him, and he seemed very pleased to pass on anything I wanted to know about his old hobby. So we weren't really concentrating on what we were looking at, dad having gone off telling me this really interesting story of this woman who had multiple personalities. Shit, he never did finish that one.Anyway, we were kind of both startled when the trace ended at the memory of Tom identifying Sarah's raped and slightly mutilated body. It was the fear left on her. "Not long," she continued. "Stacyasked me out a couple of weeks ago. I thought it would be fun to get toknow him better, but I never expected this."I smiled back at them as they turned to look at each other lovingly."Well, invite me to the wedding, at least."They promptly laughed, and then stepped back to let me into the house. Ichuckled at their enthusiasm for each other as I passed by and Stacyclosed the door behind us. I was still shaking my head after walkingdown the hall and into their.