She stepped over the puddle and slapped Amy lightly on the face. “Amy, wake up. I’m back. I love you.”Amy groaned as she returned to reality. Sh...e threw her arms around Margaret and sobbed. “I thought that I had lost you. I feared that you were going to spend the next twenty years in prison. I was so scared. I told no one. I was afraid that I would be arrested again. I’m so sorry. I’m such a coward. Oh, Margaret. I missed you.”Her arms tightened around Margaret as Alexander approached and sat on. She said that she knew all about me from Vicky; that I was 6'1, a little heavy but not fat; handsome with brown 'bedroom' eyes that attracted Vicky and my cock was just the right size for fucking and sucking. Oh, I also knew how to please a woman. I told her all I knew was that she was a widow like Vicky, a few inches shorter, was on the stocky side but not fat at all and that I would love her tits! She said Vicky was always jealous of her tits as she was on the small side. I told her I just. .. but now I can feel my blood boil with adrenaline, causing excitement and focus as the reality of those perceptions solidifies. Other chemicals assault my brain. Perhaps some estrogen and dopamine? Seratonin? I wonder briefly if any oxytocin is in the mix yet, but the awareness of chemical release is secondary to my focus on him.I don't realize I had moved until I feel Beta and Gamma take my arms while Delta moves to block my view of Frank. When I lose direct sight of him, I am able to close. I remembered that bike that I saw on the curb and I wanted a closer look. So I ran faster than I normally do. I also ran farther than I normally do. I got to the consignment shop before they closed at 6PM."The grossly over weight lady was very sweet. She said, "The bike belongs to a retired gentlemen, who brought it for me to try to sell. He has several more if you would like a bike, but don't care for that one.: "I don't really know much about bikes," I said. "I think I would like one that is.