He’s too close. He’s going to find out the truth.I swallow, heat rising to my cheeks. “Thank you, sir.”He smiles and holds my gaze, his icy ey...s piercing straight through me.I try to understand what he’s thinking behind that mask, behind those eyes.Is he just making polite conversation? Or was he… Could he possibly be… Interested?I smile and try to force myself to look away, but the turn of my head draws his attention down from my face. I gasp as he dips his head to kiss my collarbone.Despite. ‘C’mon, lie down with me,’ Deadman said, moving backwards with his arms around me and approaching the bed. ‘Kiss me, baby. It’s the last time, so let’s make it a good one.’ He nuzzled my throat through my hair. ‘It ain’t nothing but good with you, darlin’…’ ‘The last time…?’ I echoed. ‘I won’t ever see you again. I want to remember you like that, Irene. Long as I can. You, all soft and naked and pretty. Hair all around you on the pillow. Your skin tastin’ real sweet…’ He followed every phrase. He then said in a loud voice that everyone in the lobby heard, that it was a waste of time to stare at a pile of shit, as all it would do is dry up and blow away, or get stepped on. The guy looked like he was getting a bit miffed at our observation, as his face got a little darker. I agreed with Ed and then we both went into the banquet room and forgot about it. After dinner, he wasn't there, no big deal.The next morning, I met Joe in front of the hotel and he drove me to the airfield. I was. Let’s rest here.”“Yeah, I’m beat, and it’s way too hot,” my wife said. We sat down and ate our lunch, enjoying the isolation of our little beach. After we ate, the three of us laid in the sand resting. My wife took off her shirt and used it for a pillow; the sight of her slightly plump body lying on her back in her bra and shorts outdoors was beautiful. She had shoulder-length sandy-blonde hair, and her white skin looked supple in the sunlight. Her big B-cup breasts looked luscious tucked into.