Not so many went to the grave site for the final burial. Ruth Ann was working almost as an automaton during the funeral. She saw Cyrus in the crowd bu... was unable to do anything more than nod her head in greeting. She kept her composure during the funeral at the church, the church where Uncle Mike had been a member of the parish council. She kept the composure through the removal of the body from the church and the long ride to the cemetery. But then at the grave side, when it was finally. I was wheezing like mad, cursing myself for being in such bad shape. Then again, you get chased, miss a lot of meals, get shot more than once, and see if you felt up to running hard.I’d taken the time to rig the dynamite into bombs, a sack of shells around each one. I had no idea if they would go off when the stick blew, but even unfired it would be a chunk of metal coming in fast.They were yellin’ at the miners, telling them to hurry up and make sure they grabbed their weapons. The first were. But then again, she'd never really visited the Laundromatas Steffie before tonight.She had deliberated long and hard about what to wear tonight. She hadfinally decided to go with a sleeveless crepe coatdress. It was mauve(almost the same color of the panties she'd worn that first fatefulnight!) with a v-neck and tank straps. Princess seams helped shape thebutton front. As she swished into the Laundromat the back vent teasedonlookers with a peek at her stocking-covered inner thigh. Underneathit. So soft and supple, that dark shadow of her vulva pressed together, hinting at the soft, warm pink flesh beneath, his gaze, lingering just enough to make her heart pulse faster, her breath deepening as she looks at his intense gaze.His eyes lift further over her body, her soft stomach, following the shape with his eyes, every contour and feature. His lips part softly, exposing a soft wet tongue glistening in the light as it glides between his lips to moisten them. Dry from the anticipation, the.