His father had already left, and I decided to settle in a new place of residence. The apartment was four rooms, two of which were guest, a friend of m...ne, and a large room with no less impressive bed, where, apparently, my Pops and a good time with this little street. The door to the bathroom was wide open, and the mirror in the hallway hung exactly opposite. As he passed, I just could not resist not to satisfy his youthful curiosity. And I discovered the divine spectacle: Marinka, naked and. Such is the price of valuing his privacy Chris thought; nobody around tosee what had happened or to call for help. They had taken everything, hiswallet, his truck keys, his gun, even his wedding ring; then they hadsimply thrown him over the cliff. He assumed they had intended for theriver to kill him and dispose of the body as well.Chris did not have time to see what was and what was not salvageable fromhis campsite. They had the one and only thing that mattered to him. Heturned and ran;. I groaned, so close to my climax.Greta scurried out of my bedchamber, the buxom maid’s large breasts bouncing in her thin nightgown, her blonde hair trailing behind her. I heard her pad through my sitting room and open the doors to my chambers.“Your highness, your daughter awaits,” she said.“About time,” my father muttered.I took a deep breath, trembling. Why did he have to ever return from ... wherever he went? Anger and disgust swirled through me. I pushed them down. I couldn’t let myself. While she went inside to get her purse, I called the airpark so that they could get my Citation out of its hangar, and start the preflight checks. I called John Hanmer next, and told him that we would meet him either out at the airfield at about 0730 or at the church hall a half an hour later. He said that he'd meet us at the airfield, because he needed to fully brief us before we got to the hall; anything could happen after that.There was one further call I had to make. This was to the night.