"No one will stand in the way of our happiness."_This time, there wasn't even a signature."Holy shit," Brock muttered. "Holy shit. This woman is insan...." I'm not a psychiatrist, so I don't know," Lu said. "She is a threat. Brock, after we got the fourth letter, I put a security detail on you. I usually discuss this with the player first, but you were in Miami and the break was coming. We've had you under loose surveillance since you returned. My men tell me there are a number of women who visit. " Well, if we can swim in your pool, you can play ball in our backyard!" offered Billy's mother. "Better for us, as you're the one paying the cost to install, maintain and fill the beast."While her husband dealt with taking the trash to the curb, Emma's mother helped her box up her clothes. For now, they'd stay in the basement; they'd have to be sent to a second-hand clothing store probably within the next six months, she realized, when her daughter outgrew them.Emma had what had to be the best. I reached up and took firm hold of her breasts, cupping them, stroking my thumbs over the satin nipples, squeezing them in my hands. She groaned, leaning into my touch. She, too, was losing herself, caught in the undertow of lust. The room began to take focus around us, suddenly. There was the rumble of a passing vehicle outside, the trail of its headlights sweeping through the room. And in the clarity of that light, no longer illuminated on her own, was the creature that devoured my body into. My parents were probably already upstairs in bed. Their bedroom door was open. I walked nonchalantly past their bedroom on the way to mine."I'm home. Going to bed," I said off-hand."Honey," My mother called, "You're home late. Anything going on?"I brushed my long bangs down in front of my face half covering my eyebrows as a backtracked to their room, and stepped into the doorway. My dad was at his computer with headphones on watching football highlights and managing his fantasy team. He glanced.