E.C. had investigated them upside, downside and inside out but couldn't prove any wrongdoing. They claimed they had a secret system, but whatever it... was they weren't sharing it with anybody.A little over two weeks ago, the police found twelve of them apparently chewed to pieces in a clearing in the woods south of town. There was barely enough of them left to identify. The gruesome nature of the deaths and the charred and blackened stone altar standing in the middle of the clearing had all. Sandy smiled before he felt the back of her hand brush against his groin as she pulled away. He reached for her and pulled her back and pressed his lips against her ear so that he too would be out of earshot of others, “Trying to tease me about being a cuckold again are you?” “Who said I was teasing?” She responded very quietly. Sandy pulled her tighter against him and kissed her. He wanted to slip his hand under her skirt; he wanted to touch her; he wanted to finger her; he wanted to fuck. She opened the door and started to get out but the truck lurched."You need to take it out of gear and put it in park honey," Susan instructed.Mary's face was burning with embarrassment as she hurriedly shifted the gear shift into park and got out. She opened the back door of the crew cab that was closest to the earthship and tried to help Susan scoot the long frame of her husband, Rob, across the seat.The door burst open and Cherie rushed out with a call of, "What happened? What's wrong?". Oh yeah, and I pulled my second hernia the week before, or as I like to call it "literally busting a gut". I'm a joker when it comes to my physical problems. But seriously, I'd have rather had a freckly face than the huge, painful, embarrassing pustules known as cystic acne that I had only a few months earlier. I had mild acne since second grade, and full-blown acne since about fifth grade. That's right, I was an Irish boy on the outside, but I had 7 other backgrounds in my blood. The British.