" Really?" I smiled. Maybe I'd get some kind of gift too. There was a Toss The Beanbag game for prizes, but that was for kids, not grown-ups.Some guy ...in a sports shirt and slacks came out to prep the crowd. He was boring as hell, telling us all to cheer when the APPLAUSE sign came on over head, and to laugh as much as we wanted. He told us that the show we'd be participating in would be taped for later broadcast, in about two weeks. Before he could say anything else, Slappy and Happy surrounded. Damn. If only the character of my inspiration were still alive. I couldn't do that, I couldn't sit down and get into the mind of the murderer because he was dead. I needed to improvise.Why would someone kill? All the classes and research I have done for my books I've always heard about the bad childhoods and sexual frustration. I would have to build something on that.I took a break for a moment and put my notebook and pen down. I went over to the bathroom and was pleased to find that the water. Effectively telling me I could have my own penis, and fuck his ass with it. With my mouth flapping like a fish gasping for water, I hugged myself and turned to the window, away from him. Wrapping his arms around me from behind, he hugged me tight and whispered in my ear that I was plenty for him and that I was all he wanted right now. But the memory of what he said stayed with me. I couldn’t sleep from thinking about it. When we had sex, I came hard thinking about it. Finally, I admitted that. I was thankful that my family was able to come together for this holiday, and that they were all in good health and leading happy lives. I was especially thankful for the two hours of wild sex I’d shared with Shelly when we had been alone in the house the previous day. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ David had graduated from college and had accepted a job offer from a firm in San Francisco. He’d been there almost a year when he called and told us that he had met the girl of his dreams.