When she answered it, it was her mother. She was calling to invite Melinda to come home for Christmas, after all she was only forty miles away. As u...ual, mom wouldn’t take no for an answer.“But Mom, I don’t feel like celebrating, it brings back too many painful memories.”“I know dear, but it doesn’t do you any good to sit alone in that big house and sulk. You must come and spend a few days with us, after all honey, it will do you good. Now tell me you will come, please.”She frowned and spit. Quiet moans came from her lips as he continued caressing her body as she was caressing and squeezing Melissa’s tight tushy. Melissa’s excited anticipation filled her and the wetness started between her thighs. The redhead pulled away as the guy behind her pulled down the zipper of her leather pants and lifting her t-shirt at the same time exposing her bra-filled breasts. Melissa just listening on as the excitement in her continued to build as the two lovers undressed each other. He cupped the. He bucked and twisted himself around, working to get his arms and legs underneath him. The one who'd pulled him down squirmed around his waist, wrapping his little legs around Alex's knee. Alex got an arm free and reached down, yanking on the attacker's hood, hand clawing at the smaller man's face. The skin was rough and unyielding, like tearing at sandstone; Alex couldn't find the eyes, so he just shoved hard, bending the man's head at an unnatural angle, and the grip around Alex's waist and. He mumbled when he asked me if I was C. A. Mac-something, and I said yes and signed for it, thinking he had said 'McCarthy'. It had to be McCarthy; I was the only one living here, right? Inside the box, I found four individual shrink-wrapped packets with a note. The note said, "Please consume in numerical order", and sure enough, each one was numbered. I threw number one in my lunch bucket for the following day and left the rest on the counter. I should tell you that the contents were all.