It was still just books and the occasional movie, so arts and crafts was absolutely our thing.”“Mom made a bunch of these bags.” Eulalie picked ...one up and gave it a gentle toss in the air. “I like that she still gets to be a part of our adventures, even though she’s gone.”“I know that feeling.” Dana sighed and sat back in her chair, thinking of her dead girlfriend’s motorcycle. “You want to feel like you’re carrying a piece of someone forward, that they somehow still exist. Which they do. Know. Then, around the time Martin Luther King got shot, I got sent to Viet-Nam." "I was loading napalm canisters on these prop planes. Yeah, we used prop planes in Viet-Nam. A-47 SkyRaiders. We called them Spads after World War1 fighter planes. It turns out that jets are too fast to deliver napalm from the sky, never hit the target, and the choppers weren't really designed to bomb anything, B-52's are just too huge and distant for the job. This has to be kind of close range killing, as close as you. I laughed saying I see you two have met and Jan smiled yes and moaned as Jess sucked on her tits, which I knew turned Jan from a good girl to a wet pussy. Jess had wasted no time getting Jan wet and ready to fuck both of us. Jess had removed Jan blouse and Jan was sitting so as to allow Jess’ hands full access to anything he wanted. Jan smiled and closed her eyes as Jess’ move his hand into her pussy not even bothering to remove her shorts or panties. With that touch Jan give into the total. "However, Jake... knowing that it might come down to this... I took out a little insurance policy. "A couple weeks ago... when you were out of town attending that anal weekend of drunken debauchery with those old neighborhood cronies of your's... I went to see this old Gypsy woman that a concerned friend of mine put me in touch with awhile ago... who... for a lack of a better way to put this, Jake darling... dabbles in the mystical arts of metaphysical manipulation. "In other words, Jake... I.