The image of Danny, dead in his coffin, flashed into my thoughts. Lifewas short, his motionless corpse seemed to say. I'm not morbid, but I'djust atte...ded my cousin's funeral. The thought of him, dead before he'dhad a chance, really, to live, was still with me. The dead have a wayof reminding the living to live. The poets have long known this, whichaccounts, in part, for the seduction poems of Andrew Marvell, JohnDonne, and the others who, through images of death and decomposition,express the. It seemed like I was in a constant state of arousal now.The ride was only about fifteen minutes. We ended up at a pool hall. It wasn't exactly the bad side of town. Our town didn't really have a bad side. The place was a tad seedier than Dave and I normally hung out in. It was a new experience for me. I have never in my life been in a pool hall.The pool hall consisted of one large main room with three long rows of pool tables and a bar at one end. There were several alcoves off of the main. Bobby had been a good, decent boy. The images of his smile plowed through her brain.Peggy had three kids now, married to a scion of the feed company. Never even gave Sally a glance these days. Sally had enjoyed her taste, maybe it was time to take a bite."Maybe it's time I saw what a sleeper is like." There's a curtain on the window to your right. Best if you pull it closed. Most the other drivers are passed out or at the after-hours establishment, but can't guarantee they all are."Sally nodded. Don't ravage me...!" Exploring tendrils flocked to their prey's most tender of areas as he pressed her against his powerful form, his tip pressing and teasing against her entrance. Moans echoed outward deeply as she felt herself being teased, her body growing hotter with each new sensation and her eyes rolling back; a deep cry of pleasure escaped her as she was suddenly penetrated. "O-oh... my..." she could hardly breath, her curves tensing and shivering at her lover's touch as he plunged.