It wasn't John's fault. Their parents died in the riots, after that crazy meteor hit the atmosphere. That same meteor that rained dust down over the n...orthern hemisphere for several weeks. Eventually, it cleared up, but nothing would ever be the same again. That group of skeptics on the paranormal declared bankruptcy immediately, there were that many freaks running around.Recovery took twenty years, but the system is slowly falling back into place. Sure, there's a lot more brilliant criminals. The car ride to John’s was silent, but with tension one could cut with a knife. If looks could kill, Emmy would have been on the ground, bleeding by the time they reached their destination. Alexander’s face still wore the look of shock he’d had when he discovered that Samantha was his sweet, angelic wife Serena.John’s house was large and elegant. He was clearly a man of great wealth and taste. Emmy found it hard not to gawk as they entered the foyer and moved into the sitting room. The hardwood. ”“You started vomiting. You decorated your top and your skirt, as well as my guestroom bed, including the quilt my grandmother -- God rest her -- hand sewed for me when I was an infant. I couldn’t leave you like that, so I cleaned you up, undressed you and put you into my bed. Yes, I did glimpse your breasts -- they’re lovely by the way. But that’s not why I did it.”Irene sat in her chair, her hands in her lap and averting her gaze from him. She began blushing beet red.“I stripped the guestroom. Bobby, however, wasn’t, and he didn’t feel the loss Monica was feeling vicariously for him.“So anyway, when we got to my bedroom, Sheryl said she was turned on, and we started making out. And I’d already been feeling her up, so I kept doing that.”“Yes?” Monica’s heart rate increased, and she felt some excitement herself.“And in a little while, she said she was hot, and took off her shirt.”“And you could see her bra?”“She wasn’t wearing one,” said Bobby.Monica stopped her hands before they.