Harry hardly noticed her knee length white leather boots. Jan caught him looking and laughed. ‘Will I do for you, Harry? This is what that bastard G...ry could have ripped off me tonight. We’ll have a good time together though, won’t we? Would you like that?’ Harry just gulped and grinned. Christ! He’d only just got his erection down and now it was stiffening up again. ‘Hey Harry,’ shouted John across the crowded club, ‘if you’re going to stick with my sister tonight remember I don’t take her. ’ ‘Exactly. So I’m going to take care of both of your needs, money and weed, while you’re going to take care of my need, which is female soles! ‘It’s a deal!’ she said, now grinning. ‘Great! Would you like some weed now?’ ‘I’d love some, but I better take it to go, since I have to drive.’ ‘I understand, but maybe some night I can pay you to stay with me the whole night and we can get fucked up together while I worship your soles.’ ‘That would be fantastic!’ ‘Oh yeah, definitely! Would you be. I opened my eyes; Sandy and Betty were cuddling. I had been so lost in my self-pleasure, I had missed my younger Mistress's climax. I yanked my fingers out of my cunt, flushing in shame at interrupting their lovemaking."I'm so sorry, Mistresses," I apologized, my cheeks burning."For what?" Sandy asked, eyebrows furrowing."For interrupting you," I answered. "I let my own selfish desires interrupt your lovemaking. I am humbly sorry."Sandy leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I melted, enjoying. Waiting for Melody to die of natural causes was unacceptable – it could be a long time before she died; and she could die without me finding out about it, and that would activate her will and the shutdown of her accounts. So, Melody had to die when I would know about it in advance, or simultaneously with the event. I would have to kill Melody Armstrong. Q.E.D.Did she warrant killing? Yes. Did I have a problem with killing her myself? Also yes. Was it necessary? Oh, yes. Definitely. I quashed.