He disarmed the alarm on his metallic coat sandstone 2005 Chevy Tahoe. He opened the door for the five-foot-nine, voluptuous vixen then climbed into t...he driver’s seat. The brown-skinned data analytics manager navigated through the maze of one-way downtown streets until he made it to the freeway. He drove just above the speed limit out to the suburbs were Charmaine resided. Steve helped her out of the vehicle and walked her to the front door. They kissed for a while before she headed inside. He. She gazed into the darkness of the room over the black of Mei’s hair and saw a glimpse of her future. ‘Oh god.’ She saw her body writhing on a bed, her arms held over her head, Philip’s face close to hers, contorted in orgasmic agony and Mei smiling beside him saying, ‘Isn’t he the best, Karla?! Fucks like a machine doesn’t he?’ ‘Oh… God!’ Her left teat was being sucked hard with a metronomic rhythm that caused a pain to flare with each yank. She could see the twin of her sucker pulling on. Not much was to be seen. The couple was almost lost in a soft mattress, and surrounded by a hugely fluffed quilt. The only thing to be seen were two shapely female legs, spread wide, sticking up in the air and waving back and forth. Between them a large, fat male ass was rising and falling.They had no clue I was there.I turned and left.Bundling up Sibyl's slacks and shirt so they couldn't be identified, I hustled to the main cabin and out to my Jeep. I shoved Sibyl's clothes in the back and out. “What is it?”“A star,” said Wesley. There at the center of the pattern was an incongruous, perfectly proportioned, five-pointed star, so finely etched in the slab that it seemed almost like a mosaic.“It’s even a different color,” Pol said.“Yes. Now that you mention it and we have isolated this one, you can see veins of color running all through the orchestra. Very faint. Blue. Green. See?”The two stood on the rostrum looking down at the crosshairs formed by the thread. Wesley laid an arm around.