I don’t fall asleep too fast though. Rachel and Tom may have gotten it right this time. Uh Oh. I am wide awake at 6:30 am. The snow in the parking l...ot is now about fourteen inches. I have my constitutional and shower noticing the feminine smells and accouterments in our shared bathroom. By 7:15, I am starting to prepare breakfast. I do not claim to be a chef by any means, but I like the ingredients involved in the morning meal. Today, I decide to cook what I call a Mexican omelet. I adapted the. Now I stood at the edge of nothingness and stared into the darkness. I thought I was alone, but I was not.“Are you hiding too? It’s a great place to hide, I often come here.”Startled I spun around and then I saw her. She was tall and clad in too tight black leather. Her hair was black too, but she also had tresses of flaming red hair. She came closer and when she moved it looked like her hair stood on fire.“Who are you?” I asked, and this time I didn’t know the answer.“Can’t you tell just by. He preferred to go ahead and arterially embalm his "lovers" first; he would leave off the orifice plugs until after the "party" was over. Mark would also give her mouth, pussy and asshole a good cleansing and make her up to look and smell nice. After he was done telling me all these things I knew for certain that he'd been planning on his own little party before I suggested it. Most of you readers will think we were gross, making plans to fuck my dead wife. But you have to believe me when I say. He made no move to catch her, but stood there as she recovered, still breathing heavily. She looked at him, too befuddled by his proximity to process what he said properly“Place...a...quieting...charm...on ...the...apartment,” he said again, his dark eyes hard as diamonds.Sharon did so, then turned back to face him. He was looking at her with a harsh, intense expression in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and extracted a purple vial that held a potent pain potion.“Drink this,” he said as he.