He had only one bimbo, so Molly took his other side and fawned over him as if star struck. Sitting on a loveseat across from her, my friend occupying ...my lap, Fanny and I chuckled watching the actor's body language of defense and his eyes at the same time fascinated by the strange woman's imperfect face and voluptuous figure. When Molly dared to rub his crotch, he pushed her hand away and she frowned at him and stood and walked away, her big fake ass a pendulum. She gave a delighted wink at us. Our friend's wife had gone to get ready a while back and it was just me, her husband and another friend up chatting when he told us to come with him. We followed him to the bedroom and he opened up on his wife changing (out of her clothes, in bra and undies). She didn’t seem fazed at all, and he closed the door behind us, and then asked us if we wanted to have her. We were both shocked and not quite certain what he meant, but he was straitforward. He wanted to see her fucked. By other men. And. “The music? Phoebe Bridgers. Yeah, kind of obsessed.”“It’s a little sad…”“Aren’t we all.”More silence. Outside, the storm lessened, thankfully. At least I wouldn’t have to pull over and figure out what to do. Usually, I’d just put the seat back and crash for the night. Usually, though, I was alone.“Almost there.”“Kind of out in the middle of nowhere.”“Yep,” I agreed. It was, but I liked it like that – once I’d gotten used to it, at least.“You sure you’re not a serial killer?” she asked, a. None of them gave me more than a polite nod before adjourning."Did you kill a wizard in Silverdale, Charles?"Who told him?Megan sent Grant here to get him out of our hair. Maybe to prepare her father for our arrival too. I wonder what else she told him about me?"His name was Bertran. You don't want to know what I found in his lair." Oh?" He used his magic to suck the life out of his victims," I said for his ears alone. He lost a step at my admission though his face never changed from his.