The days were long and languid, nights filled with cool breezes and starlight. Both their kids would be entering middle school next year, likely diffe...ent ones, and he'd never see her again. He’d never see her again. He looked at her, from across the expanse of asphalt. The heat of the day buried itself into the asphalt so that the air above it shimmered and waved, dreamlike. It made the distance between them loom larger than it was, as if impossible to travel. He smiled at her. She smiled. But such minor details are forgotten as she lapses into unconsciousness.Only to be awakened what seems to her like an instant later by the acrid scent of ammonia, which fades very quickly, forgotten by the fantastic scene now before her.There are Eric and Randy Buck.These she recognizes at once, even in the pale moonlight, behind their black half-masks.Why did they even bother? she wonders, vaguely.And that third one.Could it be?It is. Cranston. She is sure of it.Even though with no clothes on,. Her insides start rapidly spasming as his fingers works more deeply into her ass and his tongue seems to have gotten unbelievably far into her pussy. Her anus involuntarily clenches him off, then relaxes to let him go deeper, and she feels like she can’t control her body, like it’s collapsing in on itself, doubling over, and feels it’s fortunate that he’s firmly holding her, both front and back, and allowing her to go alternately limp and rigid, almost a peristaltic motion, again and again,. "I love you too." So, have you bought a dress for the thing Friday yet?" We were goingdown to Jess's parents the following week for Thanksgiving. They livedin a gated community in Key Biscayne. They had a party everyThanksgiving when families were down. It wasn't black tie or semi-formal. Jackets for men. Cocktail dresses for women."Yeah. I went to Bloomingdale's the other day." Can I see?" Sure," I said. I unzipped the garment bag. It was a black haltercocktail dress with a keyhole.