God, I thought, she was confident that I would fall for her charms.The moment we were inside the door and we were in each other's arms and our mouths ...were locked against each other's, I felt Sue's tongue force its way between my lips. This somehow, didn't seem to be the Susan I remembered; it was me that always used to take the lead. But I went with the flow; I had really been missing this woman.We moved into the lounge still locked in our embrace; Susan broke the kiss and stepped back."I think. Cricket eventually fell to sleep with her fingers still stuck up her twat.Down on the beach a strange pair of her friends were together, Reggie Mantle and Jughead Jones. I say strange because these two didn't usually hang out together. But with Archie and Veronica out of town, Betty and Midge working, and even Moose at a football summer camp, they were left with only themselves to keep themselves company.They both came down to the beach in Reggie's car along with Hotdog. Hotdog loved the beach. "You are of The Song. The Song is you. You belong to The Song.The Song belongs to the Harp. The Harp controls the Song.The Harpist controls the Harp. The Harpist moves the Song.You belong to the Song. The Harp creates the Song.The Harpist controls the Harp. You belong to the Harpist."The song repeated over and over again in her head. Becoming more and more real to her. Her mind focused on these truths as she saw them. The moved deeper and deeper into her soul.As the song ended she moved to take. He is in room seven at the Nightlite Motel just across the river from here. He wants to come back to work. He asked me to speak to someone that wouldn't sic the cops on him. He said he was trying to make something right, but didn't give me any details." I'll go see what he has to say. Thanks." I went directly to my van and drove the five miles to the motel. I knocked on the door."Who is it?" I'm from O'Donnell Construction. Pete said you wanted to talk."The door opened as far as the chain would.