She squeezed into bed with Ron and held him all night long, every night. At eleven one night my phone rang. The nurse told me Ron was gone. I dressed ...nd went over. I held Emma’s hand as the hospice people and the people from the coroner’s office took Ron away. They were gentle and ever so careful with him and with Emma’s heart. When they were gone Sandy looked in on us and saw that I was on duty. Beth came by, as did four or five others, but when they saw I was there, they went home. I sat on. Everyone took turns going into the middle of a big circle and showing off their costumes. When it came to mom and I’s turn, we made sure we gave a show to improve our chances and that we did. I strutted into the middle of the circle with mom saying commands like a police woman would and calling me “slut” and “dirty little cunt” before dropping me to my knees. She slapped my face with the dildo baton and I stuck my tongue out to lick it up like a real cock. As I did this, mom would bend over and. I felt I was getting close, when suddenly I realized I heard footsteps coming from near the front end of my car. I wiped my hands on my inner thighs, threw on my shorts, and grabbed my camera, pretending to look through pictures. I realized my nipples were rock-hard, so I drew up my knees to my chest. But I quickly realized that without my bikini bottoms on, the heady scent of my arousal was permeating through my thin shorts, so I dropped my knees and crossed my legs as the forest patrol. But I didn't. Nope, thereI was quietly sipping my wine listening to the music sitting in my feminineattire when the door flew open and two brusque and burly motorcycle guys cameup to me. One flipped off the music and the other grabbed me by my wrists. Hewas so strong I snapped right up out of the chair."Come on girly. Come with us," he said. His voice raspy from what I thoughtmust be drink and smoke. I was so unsure what to do. But also, I realized Iwas also powerless. There was nothing to do.