The music vanished. I was in the void. I was beyond the mortal world. Their song didn’t wrap around my soul, didn’t chain it with precise musical ...otes, pitched to perfection.I struggled, still reaching out to my metal body and... I could touch it. It still vibrated from the song, the buzzing keeping my soul from inhabiting it right now. But that didn’t stop me from grabbing the limbs. From making it rise again. If I had flesh, I’d furrow my brow in shock.I was ... puppeteering it. I was. He wanted some in key positions to operate with nighttime capabilities. There would definitely be no permit applied for with the Park Service.On the morning of the 18th Gary and Gina Owens came out to inspect the Walker Lake Lodge, and to talk to Sam and Tracy about their commitment to each other. Once the service arrangements were settled, Gary gave a short talk about giving their lives to the Lord as he and Gina had, almost four years before. Gary explained that they would need a lot of help. His hands soon left her breasts and travelled down her stomach and to her thighs. Brent pushed open her legs and ran his fingers up and down her slightly wet slit. Aria groaned and arched her back a little. Brent slowly pushed two fingers inside her pussy. "You're really tight Aria, my fingers just about fit in." He said. "Will you be able to put your... you know in?" "I'm sure I can." he said softly. Brent slid his fingers in and out of her wet hole. As he did so, Aria held onto the bed sheet.. As she walked down she tried to make as much noise as she possibly could.Their backyard looked worse from their side of the fence than it did from hers and she found herself wondering just what these two shipped out in that truck.The music was much louder and it was some kind of heavy metal rubbish she hated. She banged loudly on the door and once more it was to no avail, that was until the song ended. With a flurry of knocks and door shaking she saw the silhouette of one of them appear through.