Cletus carefully chose his spot and began firing at the men. His attack was so sudden and so unexpected, that he hit two, fatally, and seriously wound...d another before the men realized that they were under attack. The two unwounded men did the only thing they could do; they rode away as fast as their horses could carry them.The wounded man was shot in the chest and Cletus was sure that he would fall from his horse in a minute of so. Since the wounded man was no longer a threat, Cletus rushed to. As the only one Steph had opened up to, I had not had the opportunity tosee Steph have sex with anyone but myself. I could not tell if it wasthe difference of partners or difference of perspective, but Stephseemed almost aggressive in the way she pegged Jarod. Her thrusts grewin force and pace and her expression floated between lusty enjoymentand... spiteful or malicious. She seemed to enjoy every pained groan andwhimper that escaped Jarod's mouth."Uhn... yeah..." Steph panted, "Take it,. Ashlyn quietly took a coloring book and sat at the dining room table, drawing pictures. Eric looked around, saw me, and crawled into my lap. I wrapped my arms around him, desperately wanting to, if not remove this awful reality entirely, shield him from it for as long as possible. Eric, for his part, sat quietly, not really saying or doing anything, and soon dozed off in my arms.As he slept, the arrangements were finalized. Although not particularly religious, R.J. and Cassie attended a local. I mean, nobody has sex this way. In the midst of all this, I had a thought about Edith Piaf's gown. Views of that gown never entirely left my mind in those days. When Judy was around, or Rachel was, or when I was alone in my house, I would carefully remove it from the velvet garment bag, walk around my bedroom in it, posing in front of the one mirror I shared with Rachel. Rachel tried it on, but it didn't fit her, to my sisterly delight. It fit me. Just me. The thought came to me like this: I.