..and another...until a few things happened.First, a few kids went back to their cabins out of sleepiness or sickness and second, I excused myself to ...my bed claiming I was feeling very dizzy and needed to lie down. I simply asked the kids to leave before the second movie finished and please shut the door as I will be totally out cold.Next, the whispering started, as I expected...and the 2 boys and one girl that were left must have eventually discussed what to do with me. However, the next thing. I wanted Tim. ‘What do you mean?’ I answered with another question. She grimaced as she said, ‘I mean about Tim. Who gets him?’ I felt a pang in my stomach. It wasn’t the honorable thing to do, but I said it. ‘I thought you said your relationship was coming apart. Do you still want him?’ There. I did it. This wasn’t a ball on the playground that we were arguing over. It was love. Patrice gave a very deep sigh. ‘I still love him, but I just can’t see us surviving. As much as I want him, I want. Three stories. The building was arranged for a single family. It made no difference where I started my search so I stepped into the room to the left of foyer.The only light in the living room came from the TV. ESPN! He must be in the house. I stepped towards the door on the left side of the room.Something hit me from behind, throwing me into the room. Another hit drove me towards the back wall. I managed to turn around. The rapist swung the baseball bat again, catching me on the right side of. She ran a hand through her long red hair, and stared at her face. Even though she was forty she often passed as younger, and even young men drooled over her. Her breasts were large and firm, her stomach smooth and toned, her legs long and sexy, her ass round and delectable. She smiled softly admiring the way the simple black dress clung to her sexy body.Her smile faded as she thought about the man who use to hold her. Her husband, her high school sweetheart, had died five years ago, and she had.