I invited him in and we headed to the rec room to grab a drink at my bar. I poured him a stiff rye & coke, and we headed upstairs to my bedroom where... Liz awaited us. When we walked in the bedroom Liz had all the lights off. There was a sexy glow from the gas fireplace, a few s**ttered candles and the wall mounted tv with some porn playing. Liz was laying on the bed wearing only a black silk thong and black thigh high nylons. She looked stunning as she laid there massaging her huge tits. . “Hey! Aren’t you Summer? Summer the Serial Killer? With what’s his name Charles?” Jeff asked. “It’s Christopher, and yeah that’s us,” she said with a smile and a roll of her eyes. “Oh wow that’s so cool! Hey do you think I could get your autograph?” Jeff asked. “Well I suppose, sure why not?” She giggled. Jeff ran and grabbed a magazine of Rolling Stone that had the serial killer duo on the cover and a marker slapping it on the counter. “I can’t tell you how crazy this is!” Jeff exclaimed. “You. It would be at least another century before life came back properly to this piece of earth. But up here there was a little more green. Hedges, shrubs, trees. Even bird song. It was peaceful here. And she felt comfortable to be here.Sara pressed the buzzer.The door unlocked with a soft click and swung open. "Come in."He said, "I'll be with you in a minute.."Sara stepped inside and the door shut behind her gently.The house was clean and bright with smooth magnolia walls and sheer nets diffused. It was always her who'd initiate it and she rarely gave Alex the chance to choose otherwise."Get ready," she'd say on the phone. "I'll be over in half an hour." Are you sure?" said Alex who might be watching a movie he'd just downloaded."Why? Who're you with?" No one." Don't be fucking soft, then. Just put some cans of beer in the fridge."The text messages, e-mails and even surprise calls that Alex received from Gabby never followed a predictable pattern. About the only valid excuse he could.