The last she heard as the world turned black and her mind joined her body in death was the big man's deep laugh."Now, there is one dead cheerleader."A...rtie left the bar across from the old grain elevator in a weaving pattern. The guys had been around the table talking about things that should not be talked about, like the cheerleader gangbang of a month ago or that couple from Oregon and their daughter. He finally felt the need to leave the group before he exploded.Not that such talk sickened. Cobbles seemed inordinately pleased by having Derry in a bra.They left the store together. They entered the hospital across the street, Derry very aware of the "exposed" feeling of having air swirl around his bare legs and knowing that his cotton underpants were all that stood between him and the outside world. He carried a bag with his shorts, sandals, and sleeveless blouse for the trip home. Inside, everyone seemed to know Mrs. Cobbles. They were directed to a ward where her husband was. “Oh my, that feels wonderful. Is this part of the shoe sizing, that lovely massage?”He smiled. “I find that most of us disrespect our feet. We also neglect them, and discount them as an erogenous zone.”His remark caused a definite tingle in her belly. Was she getting wet? He continued his soft massaging of her ankle. Then his hands moved higher and he bent his hand to kiss the instep of her foot.“Oh,” she whispered. “Oh my, that feels wonderful, please continue.”Kiss after kiss, he covered her. I hugged her back, enjoying her grown up body; "I missed you, too." I stood her in front of me. Taking in her womanly form, "Wow! You sure have grown up girl." I said, giving her hips and her wonderful thighs a good look over. And thought how fantastic it would feel laying on her.She smiled, and turned around giving me a great look at her 36-inch, matching ass. "I'm glad you like it big brother," her eyes looked to the front of my pants, seeing that I was hard, "It looks like 'he' likes me,.