She missed her own funeral. I went, to support Amanda of course. I imagined that it was Annalise we were burying, because for all intents and purposes..., we were. My sweet Anna had been driven from her own mind and body by Charlotte's Hostile Takeover. She was an innocent, but bad things happen to good people too.In the first few weeks after the funeral life got back to a semblance of normal. I avoided Charlotte/Anna as much as I could. I spent even more time with Amanda. No one thought it was. I was only two feet away, I could have reached out and touched both of them. He said, ‘Judy lets set down on the couch.’ They walked over to couch and he sat down first, Judy sat down on his lap. You could see Judy’s nipples through her blouse they were really hard. Gil started unbuttoning her blouse, all the time they were still kissing. Judy had her hands on the back of his neck, stroking up and down with her fingernails. Gil finally got the buttons undone, Judy leaned back and took her. After dinner we walked down to the beach to see the moonrise and then we went to a comedy show at an outdoor amphitheater. When the show was over, Dan invited us up to their room to watch a video he had taken of Sarah para sailing that morning.As Dan set up his laptop, I volunteered to mix up some gin & tonics, keenly aware that when Anne gets drunk she often loses her inhibitions. I'm not sure what I wanted to happen, but I was horny enough to take a risk. Dan set the laptop up on a coffee. My bet at the time was four foot eleven. In fact she was four foot ten. Her hair was straight and black, and her eyes were black. She wore a dress without sleeves and the length was between mid-thigh and the knees. Her feet were in sandals that were nothing but upscale flip-flops. Other than nail polish, and a handbag, she had nothing else with her. She was little in all ways, small breasts, small hips, tiny waist, tiny feet. Her skin was smooth and the color just dark enough to say it wasn't a.