Her eyes had been partly closed but now they opened and she started at his dick as he stroked it slowly. he pulled his shirt off and started taking hi... pants off. I said what's up and she said I want to be naked too. I noticed that I was fairly hard myself and wondered what she would say if she knew. she watched him undress and kept working her hips to the vibrator. as he stood there naked and touching himself she suddenly stiffened and cried out oh my godddddd. I watched her as she had a very. Fletcher said he’d dig back into the computer banks, both his and Sorrel’s, to see what he might pick up. He was convinced, somewhere out there, he’d find a clue, an unturned rock, a mistake, an oversight, something, or anything that might cast doubt on what they already had. Fletcher got home close to midnight. Sorrel and Marion had been home well over an hour. Sorrel was waiting in the kitchen. Marion had gone upstairs. He’d hardly gotten in the front door when she called out, ‘Fletcher, is. They spark a niggling burst of déjà vu, familiarity you can hold in your hand a split second before it slips through your fingers like oil, gone, yet trace amounts left behind. The smile widens into a silent laugh, reading the confusion and fear pulling over my face. Then I’m falling again. The heat burns hotter, faster. A hole opens up. I’m swallowed like a psychedelic drug. There are flashes of white, colorful top hats, and the faces of naked playing cards given frightening life. The tattoo. Them girls're grow'n up to be little hotties. If they get pregnant, it'll ruin all their chances. Last night I caught the little bastard next door on top of Bobbie Sue. I think I got him off her before he squirted in her. After the whupp'n I gave him, he won't be coming back real soon." Bobbie swears it wasn't her fault. She said she tried to fight him off. I don't rightly know what to believe, but I cain't be there all the time to protect 'em. I've got a job too helpin' my cousin in his.