A long, serpentine, grotesquely swollen and lacerated swirl that ended in a twin fork not unlike that of a snake."Lamia?" Karen said softly, then look...ed at the vendor. It was an old lady with wizened parchment features. Rivers of age ran down the landscape of her face. She was fanning herself slowly with a paper fan. A large black mole disfigured her left cheek.Karen addressed her in her newly learned tongue. "Yeh kaunsi devi hain? Which goddess is this?" She held up the little silver pendant. Her shoulder-length, coffee-colored hair was in two pigtails. She felt an adrenaline rush whenever she goes to a race. Her #44 car was all ready for her. Amy and her pit crew were ready while her friends and family enter the speedway. Racing fans from all over the country were came to cheer on their fave drivers.Once the national anthem was sung and the T-Birds flew over the Texas Motor Speedway, all the drivers including Amy got in to their cars and were ready to race. Her friends and family. Dina, who had jumped a little as each fleck of cool cream touched her naked skin, now relaxed again and sank into the bed a little more, wrapping her arms behind the headboard of the bed, and waiting for what was to come. Alli now moved slowly up to hover above Dina, and kissed her mouth once again, exploring it each time as if it were new to her, taking her time. Alli then kissed Dina’s chin and neck, and slowly moved down to her right breast. She plucked the cherry off of the top of her tit. The woman had light brown hair and rounded facial features. The man walking next to her had reddish-brown hair and was somewhat stocky. The other man, who was dressed in an expensive looking Italian suit and trailing slightly behind the couple, had olive skin and dark features, bespeaking some sort of southern European or northern African heritage. Ken's first thought upon seeing them was that this could not possibly be the group that Jo was traveling with.It was a thought that turned out to be.