Without releasing his grip on her wrist the man walked around behind the counter, looking down he smiled again, “Sweetheart, this sweater alone cost... more than you make in an entire year, you really think I'm interested in that... pocket change?”“Then... what?”Without another word the man pinned Flo against the side of the counter with his body and looked down at her, the look in his eyes told her exactly what he had in mind. Realizing what he had come for she began trying to pull her wrist. There was less than a ten year difference in their ages and the good natured ribbing between the 'old folks' and the 'kid' was always welcome. Cherie and Mary were only about half way through the latest production on Mary's iPod that she had loaded before they left Phoenix when they arrived at the cabin. They arrived to a grim faced aunt and uncle and the news about a bombing in Washington DC. Friday hadn't been any better when they woke to the news that the newly elected president had been. ” She said.Joel then fucked Tammy like never before. Joel fucked her with lust, love, hunger, before finally slowing down and whispering in Tammy’s ear in his deep, baritone voice:“You like that dick, do you? Do you?"Joel grabbed her ass again. Her ass was getting red marks.“Yes, Daddyyyy... Ughhhh. Oh, shit!"“Oh, Tammy, I’m coming. UGHHHHHHHHH!" Joel said, finally in relief.Joel looked at his beautiful art that he left. Tammy looked back at him. They smiled at each other.“So... Were your needs. He looked down breathing rapidly.A tip of steel stood erect from his chest. The knife was ripped from his back with a insidious, *slick* "I haven't done this for a while, I may be a bit rusty." he whispered in the man ear. His knife came around stabbing directly into his chest cavity.The blade twisted followed by a few sickly cracks. His skin reformed all the way, it was still black, and stilled somewhat decayed. But he knew how to get back to his former self. Shawna sighed taking off her.