Maybe she should call Bobbie in for backup, If Faye was right, this wasall her fault to begin with."Fuck it." Rach swept hair over an ear and dialed h...r...partner,associate, fellow Advocate??They were going to have to figure it out soon.But first... Agee.Rach started to feel as if she and Bobbie were the eleventh commandment.Thou shalt not get away with it.***Bobbie had turned the chicken breasts over, assuring herself that thebreading was crispy enough. She started to lay out the rest of the. “Then what happened?” Kris asked.“After they had all switched places and I had taken them all three ways, it really got bad. It’s been getting worse every time. At first, they just fucked me, but now that’s just the appetizer...” She shook her head and interrupted herself. “I should apologize for my language, I suppose, but that’s what they make me do. I’ll plead, ‘Please fuck my dirty asshole! It needs a hard cock.’ But that’s to avoid something worse... “Worse?” Mom asked softly.“Worse,”. “Oh, measurements. Close ones I assume.”“Yes...”Talia said, his reaction sending her along that familiar playful and arousing path in her head.“Sure, you’ve got one of those tapes, I assume. I’ll get something to write on.”Talia scampered off, heart pounding a little in excitement, and found the rather bedraggled sewing box she kept in her closet. Quickly finding the tape, she went in search of Peter, finding him back in his usual seat, a pen and tablet in his lap.“I’ll write this down here and. Her fingers caress the faded ink where he’d long ago, scribbled her name. She slips a finger beneath the flap and pulls out a yellowed page. Her eyes swim with the carefully inked words of love, as she reads each letter, into the darkest hours. The candle grows short, and the shadows lengthen. She nods, and drifts into that place between asleep and awake, where he comes to meet her on the nights when she cannot forget his touch, his voice, his love. In a single moment the candle.