As they left the cafe hand in hand for the short walk to Susan’s home they chatted about meaningless topics, it didn’t matter what they discussed,...nothing could break the spell of this moment, two girls sharing an intimacy that neither had experienced before, both giggling over nothing, both wanting to freeze this moment and keep it forever.As they arrived at Susan’s flat there is a sense of wonderment, of apprehension, both concerned about the speed that things were moving, both afraid of. The radio almost seemed to answer Roger's prayer though, as one caller started talking about how his Valentine's Day gift was fulfilling a wish his wife had always had to see Yellowstone Park. He was presenting her with the paperwork showing their reservations at the park lodge, maps of the route they would take to drive there and gift certificates good for a helicopter tour of the park.Roger responded by turning on his computer and quickly pulled up Expedia. com and began to look at last. Bile rushed up my throat and I heaved up into the rushes. I heaved until my sides were sore and my body exhausted. I leaned back, pulling my legs up to my chest and cried. Why had he done that to her? I wanted to scream. Why had he killed his own cousin, and them let them befoul her in such a way. Exhausted, I lay back on the straw pallet and replayed the scene in my mind. When I hadn’t given them enough pleasure, kicking and stomping me, they turned to her. She lay motionless, dead, behind. The skin was as golden as the rest of her, and its lines matched the athletic aspect of her body — bony without being gaunt. Instead of the rounded, mask-line aspect of the typical mechanical face, Cassandra's was sculpted like that of a piece of art. Moreover, the muscles moved naturally under the golden skin, bringing the artfulness of her mien to life no matter what the action. Her lips were red — a perpetually shiny, lustful red that begged to be ravaged with kisses, something that Dennis.