So you know what that means?I think I do.Then you need to get your ass back over here. She checks the chicken simmering on the stove and replaces the ...id before going back to the sauce that she was stirring.What happened?It was a false emergency. Someone called the dispatch, so dispatch called my dad. Turns out there wasn’t a hurt cat. My parents could still make it to their reservation, so they went. Loni absentmindedly whisks the sauce.Lucky for us.I’d say. So you hungry?Of course I am.I mean. The mixture of machine sounds, bells, whistles, dings, and all the chatter made it difficult to have any meaningful verbal discourse. Instead we followed Chris around, watching while he played games and won tickets. We ate pizza and then went to the prize booth to transform the fistful of tickets I had into toys of various types.Chris played with his new treasure on the way home. Phoebe and I basically chit-chatted about inconsequential things. The seriousness of our discussion on the way up. I put her against the wall and deeply kissed her with passion. She felt up my rock-hard erection in my jeans. She unbuckled them and dropped them.“Ooh,” she said. I shrugged with a sheepish grin.“You like?”She started to take off her clothes. Her beautiful buxom breasts became free, then her delicious wet treasure caught my eye.“So big…” She grabbed at it.“So beautiful. Now… see that mirror over there? Turn around and throw that ass in a circle!” I slapped her beautiful bubble butt. She moaned. This is how it might always be for me.Every time I move.Month upon month, year upon year...No escape but the grave.They'll find a way to bring her in alive and in one piece. They have to.Pushing my hair away from my face, I walk towards the line of benches setagainst the nearest wall. Here I find two large towels, as well as cleanunderwear, a thick-knit fawn jumper and a pair of khaki camouflagetrousers. My leather jacket hangs from the peg directly above, and myhigh-heeled ankle boots stand to.