The photos had been uploaded onto her personal page named “needy!” and she had feasted upon the dirty talk and male pics offered by men staying in...or around the tiny beach town where she and her family would be residing..The anticipation had built and built, lust upon lust as they entered the community. She envisioned herself nude and fucked.The next night found Margie squirming in her seat, the face of her phone lighting the area immediately around her. She was getting antsy and would have to. Strengthening herself, she resolved that it was time to get on with living. * She still visited the gravesites, but rather than going on holidays and the anniversary of the burial, she only visited the graves for Memorial Day. It was easier that way. It had been several years since his passing, and almost three more since that day she decided grief would no longer rule her.Annie slowly approached the grave, weaving through the maze of headstones, her eyes light, and she touched one sunflower. ” I said. I got up and put on my white robe and we both went downstairs.Dad was dressed in jeans and a hoodie sweatshirt, Mom was all dressed up, and there was a suitcase sitting by the door.“Where are you going, mom?” I asked.“If it’s any of your business, I’m going on a business trip for a couple of weeks in Hawaii.”“It must be nice to get out of this cold weather. Can I go with you?” I asked even though I knew I couldn’t.“No, I need you to stay home and keep it clean. And take care of your. " So, fun?"I smiled, "Stress relief. Insomnia Prevention." You get those too!"I was still laughing when she drove away."Hey man, you took Mickens' bitches?" One of the pimps asked as I walked to my building door. Daddy Horse had the biggest stable of hookers and from what I heard kept them on a tight leash. "Why ain't they walking the street? If the little honey that drove off ain't your style, I'll take her off your hands. You know what I mean!"The way Daddy Horse's hand patted his pocket, he.