.. my ... God! Does that say October 13th?" Yeah," I said, "Viernes, is Spanish for Friday; Octubre is pretty obvious." So what she's trying to say is...that..." Is that it wasn't her that kidnapped you guys and killed those agents," I said, finishing for her."Shit!" she said, dropping the paper and starting to pace. The paper disappeared before it hit the floor, the card was gone as well. "Double shit! Jimmy, if it wasn't her ... shit! This is bad." She stopped and took a couple of quick, deep. Pa had wondered about it at first, but accepted her explanation that she had lost interest in watching. If he had known the truth, there would have been a killing on the mountain."Yeah, Charlie, my pa would have cut off your balls and stuffed them in your mouth," she said, even though he couldn't hear her. Memories of that night still caused her to shiver. Revulsion coursed through her when she remembered.It had started with the way Charlie would stare at her. It was like he could see right. After about half an hour she was so into it she wanted to go back to bed. I didn’t have to ask. She immediately got on hands and knees and yelled at me to fuck her. There was no doubt what she was thinking as I did just that.It seemed that we had flicked a switch. No more fingering followed by basic missionary sex. Licking, sucking and playing with the dildo and then wild sex. No always doggy style but cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Our sex life had gone to a whole other level. But I knew that on. Time stopped as I recalled. I had forgotten the Dancing Partners. Mom was a keen ballroom dancer. More than keen, she was semi-professional. She attended competitions all over the country and practiced twice a week. She had a collection of fabulous ballgowns and outfits. She attended every big event. It was her life. Dad didn't dance. He never danced. He didn't go to the competitions. He was just quietly supportive, from the background. So, Mom danced with dancing partners. She'd never had a.