Matthew kept his distance from Chelsea, though.”“Do you blame the poor kid?”“No!” he laughed.“I’m going to say goodbye. I have a full da... at work today. Come visit us again.”“We will!”We went to the sunroom where Jessica, Kara, Jennie, Abbie and the kids were. I said goodbye to Jennie and her kids, then kissed my kids and wives goodbye.“I’ll be in once Aunt Jennie leaves,” Elyse said. “And I’ll make sure the goodbyes between the cousins don’t create another uproar!”I chuckled. “It’ll be. Like riding snowmobiles, a long ride was mood setting to me due to the constant vibrations between my legs.The blacktop took us through, among other things, a daughter community of the Pennsylvanian Amish, St. Mary’s County. Mechanicsville is the definition of a quaint town, and as we slowed with respect to pass by the grey, horse drawn buggies lining the street, we decided to stop for a rest. Under the extraordinary heat of day, and my husband’s alertness compromised by a long, hard day on a. I had been hoping a full-blown orgy might develop, but sadly, that was not to be.By the early hours of the morning most of the revellers had departed, leaving just the few of us who were staying the night at the flat. A smoochy record was playing (it might have been Barry White), two guys were crashed out in armchairs, our hosts had retired to their bedroom and Jackie and Mark were dancing very closely together in the middle of the room. I approached them to say goodnight as I was intending. He wished it hadn’t. Subtle reflections caught on eyes, tear-filled eyes. Dozens of them. There were faces on the walls, staring at him, each twisting and turning their heads as much as they could, but their heads were only half emerged from the blackness of the barrier. Thick thread the color of rotted skin cut in criss-crosses along where their faces emerged from the wall, stitching them into it like they’d been grafted there, bleeding skin struggling against the strands. Their faces were all.