My air conditioner had kicked in. It was cold everywhere. Linda strolled back in, with bum shorts and the singlet and as usual, without her bra. I was...forced to ask why she undressed.She claimed she just got back from school when I saw her.She sat at the dining table, opened her book and buried her head in the assignment. I walked over to the dining table and sat beside her to look at the assignment. It was differentiation, which I could help with, but the sight of the boobs was a big. Which basically has a short hallway leading straight through from the front door, through the kitchen, to the full length patio doors at the rear of the house. Our front door is made of wood and has a glass insert in the top half. The glass is mainly clear, meaning that anyone looking through the glass, can see all the way down the hallway and through the kitchen to the rear doors. The layout does give mega flashing opportunities, although as I said earlier, we tend to keep this stuff for when. “The murder brought it with him,” she guessed.“Or Jaybird carried it in order to protect himself and lost it in a fight, I guessed.“Either way someone carried it there. Someone who knew about it,” Joan suggested.“Yes but since it might have been Jaybird, it isn’t a breakthrough. The next question that comes to mind is who would Jay meet in the dark presumably after hours behind a grocery store. Someone he feared enough to carry a giant shiv,” I suggested.“So who do we ask?” Joan asked.“Your. All that about soul is just your hormones talking in the afterglow of a good fucking. When twenty or thirty other men have been up your arse you won't even remember me," said Hugo unkindly.The last thing he wanted was this child getting all moony about him. She would become so boring. Leaving her in her own room the next night and only using her mouth the night after that would be long enough to allow her arse to recover, Hugo estimated; then he could have that beautiful tight young arse around.