"See, she got to you as well" No mum" I replied and sat down drawing her into my arms, "A beautiful, mature lady got to me, she's sitting quite close ...o me, smelling like a dream and looking like a wet dream" Is she wearing lacy little panties?" Yep" Are they pulled right up into her slit?"She wiggled her bum and giggled,"Does her son want mummy's mouth on his prick?"She bent her head and I gasped out loud as she took me into her mouth,"Fuck yes, yes he does"She turned then, still with my prick. Blood flowed freely from the stump that was once a neck, and I quickly closed my mouth, turning my head to avoid an even more unpleasant experience.I heard a voice hiss out "Leliana?" Wasn't me," came the whispered reply."Wynne?" Don't look at me, child." Alistair. It's me. Sierra. And..." I gulped a breath through my mouth, squeezing my eyes shut as well. " ... I think I'm going to throw up." Sierra? Sweet Andraste's ass, what are you doing here? And where exactly are you?" Under the corpse. So a couple of weeks passed and one afternoon I bumped into Steven in the street. He was now 19 and had grown into a good looking lad. He had the usual teenage cockiness and I smiled to myself imagining what my Clare was going to do to him. We chatted for a while and I invited him round to ours for a few drinks later while the football was on. He said ok and would be there at 7. When Clare returned from work I told her I had a surprise waiting for her and set my plan in motion. At 6.30 Clare. "Ok, now that the BS is out of the way, what happened and who have you contacted so I can know who the players are."I explained everything I knew, some of the things I guessed at and my theories about what I thought happened. Once I was done, Fred asked his questions concerning what he thought of as I told my tale of woe."Okay Hank, I need to find where your truck is. I'll contact your insurance company once I find it so we can see about getting you a new ride. Then I'll get a hold of this.