May 17th 1832Twelve years ago I stood numb, shocked, and part out of my mind, as my family were laid to rest in this church yard. However, today I cou...d not remember where in the large churchyard the Ashford family plot was situated. Fortunately a sexton, part way through digging a new grave, directed us to the place. Among the headstones commemorating Ashfords going back hundreds of years, were two relatively new stones. I had no memory of ordering the gravestones or deciding what inscriptions. She waits, her sex throbbing, too aroused to move but desperate to be in contact with him. Her breath slows as she fights to regain control, her hands move as if outside her control, brushing one nipple to reach across to the other and pinch it, slowly rolling it between her fingers. Her knees buckle again as the intensity of her need overtakes her. Straightening Eve turns to look for her departed lover. Walking slowly, as to not seem too eager, she moves into the family room. Adam is sitting. Two colleagues were with me, Michelle and Danielle. Michelle was a sexy, toned, Latin woman. I often admired her physique. She was more muscular than me, yet still feminine. The blonde, Danielle, was even more muscular than Michelle. Danielle spent most of her time working out, doing squats and lunges. As a result, her ass, ugh, this woman’s ass was out of this world. Both of them lived in Florida and were up for the shoot. The three of us were told a different photographer would be shooting. I recalled ‘Jason’ was the name of the simpleton with a way with dogs, and a hunting horn, and as I looked closer at him I noted the horn slung across his back. He was much younger then Jarvis, and I concluded Jason was a bye blow of Cornelius Clark, and Maddox and Jason were in a similar relationship as had been Maddox and Jarvis.“He is frightening me, Silas. His eyes are boring into me, and I can see how wicked he is. Can I come and help you please?” The entreaty in Jason’s voice would have.