“Yes...I mean, no. The tiramisu or the Oreo?” “Ha-ha, both. Rain, release it doll,” he said as his innocent smile melted into a devilish grin.... An orgasm was not in the plans. I wanted to ride on the edge...and Jon knew it. So, I responded, “Nuh huh.” I picked up my fork, sliced a sliver of cake, and slid it in my mouth. Insistent, Jon responded by pressing the flat of his palm into my vulva. He moved his hand back and forth; he fingered my vee and plucked my clit with more determination than. I think that newspaper report left out more than a few details."Dean grunted an affirmative then spoke up to Callie. "Sam's found a motel. You want him to book you a room too? It'll be pretty close to dark by the time we get done here."She thought briefly. Very briefly — a motel, Dean in the next room... "Yeah, don't feel much like tackling that desert stretch tonight."Dean grabbed his jacket out of the back of the Impala and threw it on the seat of the Mustang, then watched Sam pull away,. Snow drifts were several feet high in some places. This was Derry and it winter in Maine is no joke. I wandered around the town I had called home for so long looking for answers. I walked by my church first. I prayed for the first time in a long time. I asked for any help. Anything.I walked downtown and looked at the buildings where all those memories had been made. I walked through the parks that acted as a bridge over the Kenduskeag stream. I kept walking and found my way to that bridge in. It was a Thursday night and the next day was a public holiday so it was perfect. I arranged for them to arrive at 8pm and Reg remained out of sight. Eric and Greta arrived right on time. After introducing myself I led them to the “play room”. Eric was looking around, obviously wondering if it was just me. When Eric saw the room and how it was fitted out he got very excited. Greta seemed to be just doing this to please him. She didn’t appear to be into it. Never mind, I certainly was.I told Eric.