There just had to be a way to stop the wedding, which was day after tomorrow. I knew if I kept thinking something would come to me.The next morning, w...hen I was in the middle of my gravy and biscuits and cantaloupe, my best friend Lily Culpepper called and said she wanted me to meet her in the park. She was running errands for her Mama, who was five months pregnant with twins, and would have time to eat a picnic lunch with me if I'd pick up the burgers at Mr. Q's Corner.Thus, around noon I was. She wore loose grey trousers that had dozens of tight, neat stitches holding together places where the fabric had torn. They’d once been black, but the color had long since faded. Her shoes were little more than slightly padded leather slippers laced across the ankle and top of her foot. A wide belt hugged her waist, dotted with closed leather holsters with small tools in them. At the small of her back was a wide, squarish knife, the sort Will had seen used in sugar cane fields. It was like a. Good men are only interested in skinny pretty women, and the only men who ask you out are breast fetishists."Yeah," Neil answers you, "maybe if I weren't ugly. And maybe if you weren't such a cold fish, Kendra. Come on in before the food gets cold."He steps out of your way and you walk into his house. His head turns to follow you as you head back for the kitchen. Is it your imagination or did he just check out your tits? Ah, it's probably nothing. "I need the baking dish from the tuna steak. She got back to her cube, the lingering excellent taste of Gregg’s cum still in her mouth. The flashing light on her phone demanded her attention. Her boss, he wanted to see her in his office. Knocking and then told to enter. Jenny walked into the office and the door promptly swinging closed behind her. It was Gregg. Fuck Fuck FUCK..! She had not seen him when she entered because he was hiding off to the side. It was an obvious trap. Her pussy again flooded her panties. She smiled, game over..