She felt sorry for Hudson and it hurt her to see him that way but she knew she could not go to his house next door for any reason. They had agreed the... would not see each other. As she turned her face away from the window, her phone rang. It was four in the afternoon and Lexa was off-duty as was Hudson. Lexa had done some grocery shopping and had been running errands and tidying up her house to pass the time. Hudson had done very little on his day off save for shopping and visiting his own. .” The teen’s eyes were focused on the crucifix hung above the head of her four-poster canopy bed, its frilly pink accoutrements framing the religious icon with an innocent sensuality.“If I should die before I wake...” As she said these words, a shiver passed through Jenny’s young body as it often did. Images of her dead body, strangled with blue-black bruises on her white throat; or slashed and bloody, her mouth parted in a wordless cry of terror, her bright blue eyes staring sightlessly. As. Two oiled hands once again pressed into my shoulders and glided over my skin, pressing hard enough to make me moan again into the silk. He was keeping my thighs pinned between his knees.He squeezed his hands around my calves and I felt his lips brush the back of my thighs ever so lightly. I felt his hands inching up my inner thighs, getting closer to my exposed wet pussy lips...His hands cupped my round buttocks. As he squeezed them, his thumbs pressed against my pussy lips, slipping between. After church, Tasha and I dropped Angie back at the dorm, then headed north to spend the afternoon in a Russian Tea Room just south-east of Columbus.“Did something happen between you and Angie?” Tasha asked as we sipped tea from glasses in silver metal holders, as was the usual Russian way.“Measuring the competition?” I grinned.“Is there any?” Tasha asked impishly.“You asked about Angie!”“I just had an idea something had happened from the way she was acting.”“Without going into detail, I.