Then I remembered what Maurice Metcalfe had said. David Evans and Helen had the same mother. Now the mother would be Evans if she was married, but the...Birth Indexes showed the mother’s maiden name as well as her married one. I had obtained my long birth certificate using my short version, so I had not checked what the indexes showed.I found my entry in the birth indexes, and Ruby’s maiden name was of course – Evans! So I moved to search the December Quarter 1963. Helen’s given name would not. I looked over and noticed she left the door wide open to our rooms. I started stroking my cock again and laid there waiting to see if she was going to come back. I was laying there and the phone rang, I answered it and it was the wife. I told her about being out at the pool but didn't tell her I asked if judy wanted to watch me get myself off. She wanted to know all about it, so I told her what I did. I told her if she comes in right now she would get a nice show, she asked why and I told her I. Her trembling hands dug her nails into the back of his shoulders. The digging pain couldn’t overpower his surging load. Out of breath, he tried to warn her of the explosion but became lost in her velvety grip.“Oh my fucking god! Fuck me,” she screamed as his dick swelled and started gushing.“I c-c-c-can’t...” he stuttered, as her tightening pussy gushed onto his spewing thrusts.Thick rope after rope coated the inside of her convulsing cunny hole. She pulled him down and kissed him, barely. Ruby sleeps. She knows it by heart, and has to be awake to meet the detectives at the station. The detective’s name is Graham, and his business card has a Latin phrase. She knows the Lost Time is coming back. For now, sleep. * When the bus does not arrive in Chicago, Merrit Graham calls the Plano police station. ‘We put her on a bus.’ ‘Yes. But the bus is not here. In fact, the bus appears to not be in this county at all.’ Graham is light, but his tone belies knowledge. He is waiting for the.