The pathway gets dimmer and dimmer as the houses lining the street get more sparse.We happen upon a cemetery. Halloween is in the past, but the chills...remain. Tall, bone white headstones and small dark grey ones poke up from the earth. As morbid as we both are, we don’t dare to even ask each other if this should be explored. Ancient headstones, plastic flowers of remembrance, and small mausoleums holding families of importance.We continue to walk slowly, hands intertwined, me squeezing gently. “Mmm… my young stud, you taste great. Was I a good fuck?” “Lady, I’d like to fuck your pussy sometime,” Johnny offered. “You were a good lover! Thanks for feeding me your nice hard dick. Mistress, how have I done? Have I pleased you?” “You are such a dirty slut, aren’t you? You are a great money maker! Yes, whore, you have pleased me. You now have ten minutes left. What will you do for me?” Diane asked.“Well, Mistress, I do so like to please you, and to satisfy guys, so can I have. There was a bottle of wine in the refrigerator. I headed for the checkout. Condoms were available there, too.I asked for a three-pack of my usual brand and paid for my purchases. The pretty young teenager blushed as she bagged the condoms. I hadn't noticed if she blushed when I asked for them. If she continued in this job, she'd have to get over that. But after today, I wouldn't be contributing to her embarrassment for some time to come - at least nine months, probably more. That thought gave. A couple was watching the auction and occasionally bid, but the old lady from our table was busy talking to her friends. At one point, two of her friends looked over at our table. Was she talking about me? I hoped so, and made a point of looking back at them. I made eye contact with one of the ladies. Did she nod at me? What did that mean?Cassie was beside me again and drew me into a conversation. I forgot about the old ladies for a while. After the auction, a jazz band began to play. A few.