”“I need to speak to the greatest dancer I have ever known!”“Michael Bublé, my god ... it’s so good to hear from you. What’s going on?”...��I am ... over 59, and coming out of my self-imposed retirement, and I heard you and the gang were back on tour.”“Michael Bublé, what a voice from the past. The only people you know would be Kalista and me, the rest of the gang have danced to you, but I don’t think have ever seen you.”“Whereabouts are you on your tour?” Michael asked.“In Northern California,” I. “My, such a crush you seem to have developed since that night I let you fuck my granddaughter.”“You let me do nothing. She wanted it.”“So she told you. No, Shay. You misunderstand there, too. Holly has ever only been my puppet. She may think otherwise, but she plays her part as expected. She kept you safe, just like I trained her to do. She’ll only be unconscious until I have time to debrief her. Holly sucked you in, Shay. She sucked you in, right through your goddamned cock!”Gene’s stomach. That scared her, but not enough to change clothes, or chicken out on the date. She looked on her dresser and found a bottle of perfume, sprayed herself, and headed out to the living room. She found Betty in there already. She was wearing a beautiful red dress. Jamie was certain Betty was way over dressed, but she was so intoxicated by her own look she didn't care. Betty and Jamie went to the Pantry in Eddy's car. Betty explained that they didn't want to have four cars to worry about. . My mom didn't move or make a sound.Getting up and going to the bathroom I got a warm wet rag and wiped my cum off my mom.Laying down next to her I waited for her to say something but she didn't. Evently I fell asleep and when I got up in the morning she was gone, so I got up and showered and dressed and went down to the kitchen. My mother was there making me breakfast as she did every morning.As she set the food on my plate she commented on how severe the storm had been but that was all she.