She followed him and took his hand, looking up at him and walking at his side."I'm coming too, baby." She grinned at him. "I'm coming, as long as you ...don't let go. Don't let go, okay?" She tightened her grip on his hand."I'm sorry, Blaney. I have to let go..."She jumped in his path and stepped on his feet, holding onto his shoulders and pulling his face down. She abruptly kissed him and forced his face forward by holding onto the back of his light brown hair-covered head. Her muscles relaxed. Michael One had made short work of one already. And although his rather rough manner of taking it from her body had been sexy, the damn things did cost money!The rest of the family had already gathered downstairs and assembled in the kitchen, where Lorraine and the girls were busily preparing French toast. Michael's other brother, Jim, had already arrived.The Hightower resemblance was more than apparent in the latest member of the family, Diana noted as she and Jim got acquainted over. I started to open my mouth. She just shooshed me. She came over and started to rub me. She rubbed me everywhere. She then turned around, locked the door, walked back over and tackled me. Now, I’m very lucky to go out with a very passionate girl. Usually she doesn’t tackle me right there in the living room. We usually go to the bedroom and then start making love together. This was real cool. She just started to rub every part of her body that she could all over my body and its newfound nylon. It was the first time I’d been able to remember anything. The memories, though, were no more than a jumble of images, apparently of my childhood, and they didn’t mean much to me. I forced myself forward, step by step, towards the laughing, mocking attackers. Then I leaned down and picked up a torch and I threw it in their faces. That was followed by the desperate slashing of my blade. I looked on in horror as my blade slid in through an attacker’s eyeball, covering me in blood. His unearthly.