"You fuckin' little whore" he said softly and then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off him. I saw Joe move in the lounge chair and take hol... of his cock as Jerry moved me off him and get up and stand in front of the sofa and made me sit on the edge of it. Without any warning he slapped my face hard several times and then, "You want my cock you fuckin' white whore?" he asked me "Yes, yes please" I answered back "Your fuckin' white whore wants your fuckin' hard cock" I added. "Open" he. "I have something for you, Mommy," my daughter said later that night."What is it sweetheart?"She placed a card in a sealed envelope on the table. The number 74 was written in one corner. "Mom told me to give this to you."I smiled to myself. Before she died, McKayla had given Maureen a giant binder full of CDs and letters. She had also made arrangements for a birthday card to be delivered by hand to our daughter each year until her death. The binder came with a specific list of life events with. To my surprise I found that the hand that was expertly caressing my ball belonged to my wife. I was to high to notice she move and join us on the bed. Moving close she whispered how is it baby? That mouth sucking you off huummm&hellip,now fuck her wile I watch pulling her friend off my cock and forcing her on her back. Opening her legs showing me her extremely wet cunt all open ready and waiting. I moved in for the kill only to have my wife stop me. No I want to put it in grabbing my cock with. That in and of itself meant nothing.An hour and a half later when I returned home, Alison was gone, but the note on my table read simply ‘call me’. I called her before I even fixed a bowl of cereal. By the time I got around to the cereal I knew that I would be starved.“You need to keep working on the Caroline Murder. I’ve decided, the more facts that we have, the better the story will be. Why don’t you and The Judge go down and try to find out more about Caroline and something about this.