As she strutted along in her strappy gold heels, hair partially away from her face, her full figure was turning heads and giving me chills.Kissing her... hello in front of everyone was always an experience. Our act of not being together although people knew we were sleeping together was somewhat a hot topic and made for interesting interactions at social events. I kissed her cheek smelling her winter perfume and caught a glimpse of her cleavage as she kissed my neck in return."You look so fresh in. Kelly couldn’t come with us this particular weekend because she was stuck working at the grocery store deli. Big sales weekend and all.Once all of us kids were in high school it became harder to get both families together, with young people being busy all of the time. In fact, since our first fuck I’d only seen Rachel once, at Christmas. Both families always got together for the holiday. We alternated back and forth and that year the party was at Rachel’s family’s house. Kelly was with us.Years. She saw him chopping wood in the evening gloaming, a powerful torso swinging the axe high at every stroke. She saw him weeping by a casket. She woke in the early morning light of Christmas Eve day, chilled and cramped from sleeping on the sofa, weeping for the unknown dead in the casket of her dreams. ••••••••••• Alexander Graham slammed the phone down into the cradle. He didn’t usually treat his belongings that way, but he was furious. The bitch had gone into his apartment, stolen his. Walker weighed her words carefully."It's, yes, the pattern forms a word. I'm sorry, Honey, but there's nothing I can do to remove it. Once it's healed there are some techniques that might make it a bit less visible, but I'm afraid the scars will always remain there." What does it say?"She paused, sighed, then spoke. "The letters carved there spell 'FAG'. Do you know what that means?" I nodded, tears running down my cheeks. "Y-yes. How could he do... how could..." I burst into tears, sobs.