We stayed up late exchanging thoughts about what we would do if we were allowed to do anything before we tied the knot. We covered old relationships a...d ridiculous whims. We joked and carried on for hours! Finally we started to talk seriously.I cleared my throat and silently collected my thoughts for a moment before I spoke. Sarah listened attentively from her side of the bed. I often fantasized about a close friend of hers named Cheryl. Sarah knew of my lust to an extent but I dared not. And she had gone. His granddaughter. Lilith. She had chosen this evil boy, over him. Much as her mother, his little Rachael, had chosen some Catholic, Atheist, whatever, from the city over him. She had left for love. Lilith...James sighed, struggling to his feet, one hand still holding the cloth to his forehead. He couldn't blame her. The boy was beautiful. If he, as a teen, had found a similar brown skinned beauty in the woods, James would have gone to her, no questions asked. He was only. Barbara listened to her son and Candy talking, but she wasn’t hearing the words. She could leave, but she wouldn’t It was her house, and if her son wanted to fuck Candy, he could damn well take her to his bedroom. Either that or ... she lifted her eyes.Candy was sitting close to Lewis, and they had their mouths pressed tightly together. Barbara saw her son’s tongue going deep into Candy’s eager mouth. But the kiss was not what drew her eyes. It was her son’s hand moving into Candy’s blouse.She. Her body slowed down, becoming sluggish and thick, and the light from the streetlights outside flickered and strobed. Her digital clock’s numbers blinked and flashed, the individual segments of each number flashing independently in a set pattern across the display. Her voice dropped in octaves, becoming a guttural purr. The bounce in her hair slowed into an underwater dance.What the fuck? This isn’t right. She felt trapped in her semi-frozen body. This isn’t traveling through time. He’s just.