The rest of the search party had gathered at a distance. I spotted Yvonne, Chloe and Savannah and headed toward them. After what I had seen from Randa..., I needed comforting. His emotions were of self-loathing, probably amplified by his own ability. Honestly, that made sense. He felt guilty for the death of his son, my father, and his ability to amplify things, emotions included, had caused him to lose his grasp on reality. The only real cure would be for Randal to forgive himself. It wasn't his. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-woman. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's outfit showed off her long legs and clear skin wonderfully.By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted. ..“Please don’t cry, Mom.”Randy kneels beside her bed. She reaches out, and he comes to her, climbing into the bed. She hugs him close, and he hugs her back. Still tired and sleepy, but with his naked body warmed in his mother’s arms, stirrings arise as he smells her lingering perfume.“I didn’t mean to leave you two alone so much. I didn’t want to. I didn’t mean for us to lose our home, our old lives. Or to make you and your sister find comfort in each other instead of me. I ... have been a bad. I was too weak to formulate a sentence. Manny had placed me in a fog of euphoria, where the only language I could speak was serenading moans.“I’ve been waiting since the very first day I saw your face to feel your skin against mine..imagining the faces you’d make.” He breathed in my ear holding me tighter stroking me deeper and passionately.Manny took complete control over my body, grabbing a handful of my hair with one hand, controlling my hips with the other. He held my neck back as he.