Came pretty early. We showered, Sandy and I grabbed a banana and a juice each, behind Cindy’s back, and got ready to leave. We had a bag with some p...ajamas and personal stuff for Cindy packed up and ready to go. Cindy walked into Sandy’s room, took off her earrings and an emerald anniversary ring, her wedding rings, and without saying anything to anyone, with us watching, she opened Sandy’s jewelry box and set them inside. She hugged her daughter and said, “Don’t ask. Please. Just keep them for. He had no idea what John was thinking while looking at the magazines and hoped he would just put it back and leave the room. But John kept looking at the magazine page by page. It was one of his father's favorites because there was a lot of mutual masturbation in it and John's father just loved the feel of another man's hard wet dripping cock pressed tightly against his own, jacking off together until both cocks would cum in sprays that would run down each cock and all over the hands that were. “How did I die?” she asked him. But I answered.“A good, old-fashioned college overdose,” I said. “Too much cocaine combined with someone’s prescription drugs. Paramedics tried to revive you for a half-hour, but you had fried your system a half-dozen ways.”“Why would I do that?” she asked.“Because you were bored with your life, with everything about it,” I said. “It wasn’t enough that you were beautiful and smart. You needed more thrills, less reality. Even sex had lost it’s thrill for you .... You just told me the answer: don't be a target!" Steve took a swallow of coffee and spit it back into the cup with a mouthful of cold grounds. "Damn it, woman... !"Marie giggled and scooted away from the table."You know, Steve, sometimes you can be pretty smart, for a white guy!" She ran laughing to her bedroom and latched the door. Steve stared after her; Mike grabbed his hat and hustled out the back door. When it closed behind him, he doubled over in loud laughter, slapping his hat against.