He went over, cool as anything and leant down, arms on the drivers window frame. He ducked his head to look inside and there were two more guys in the... back."Sorry fellas," he said is his honey and silk voice, "I only do one on one's..." He started to back off, but not fast enough and the man in the driver's seat grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him close to car, pressing the blade of a small but sharp knife against the tender unmarked skin of his throat. Kris held his breath, too. As I walked to the pub I was both nervous and excited. I was wearing what I considered to be my nicest dress, knee length, buttoned to my neck and with long sleeves. I’d been thinking about getting some new clothes that were more like those that other girls in the office wear, and after listening to quite a few girl’s conversations I was coming to the conclusion that my upbringing was holding me back but I hadn’t decided on how I would go about changing myself to be more like the other girls. I. I was feeling the aroma of her hair it was feeling awesome as she took bath just a while before. I was getting the sweet smell of the soap and body spray she applied in her body. I caught hold of her small boobs and started massaging it outside her nighty. I was pinching her nipples and teasing the boobs with my long nails. She was very much erosed and responded well to my deeds.Slowly I took off her nighty and made her lie on the bed. Now she is in her petticoat and lite sandal color bra. I. 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 odd because she was after all, my mother in law. We were the only family that each other had. Somehow neither, Amanda or anyone else noticed anything odd about Anna. I couldn't figure out a way to tell Amanda without sounding like I was the crazy one..