What does that have to do with the break-in at my brokerage?”“Technically, nothing. I thought it was a load of crap, but I had to call and ask the...question. I need to ask a few more questions, do you have a couple of minutes?”“Certainly, Detective. Shoot ... sorry, go ahead.”“Where do you currently live, Richard?”“I very recently bought a home in Linfield Oaks, about two blocks north of The Stanford Shopping Center.”“And where does Caroline live?”“She lives at home with our parents, who are off. The pasta would only take a few minutes and I had bought a few bottles of nice Italian Merlot which we would drink with dinner. Yes I thought to myself, You will enjoy this. I showered and shaved, dressed in freshly pressed black trousers and a crisp white shirt which I had left undone to about the third button. I had put on a small amount of Bleu aftershave as I did not want the scent to take anything away from the Chicken, that had now been slow cooking for about three hours in its passata. His name was Thomas and he jumped at the chance to have sex with Mandy when I gave him a detailed description of her physically and also of my own experiences with her. Thomas said he'd fly in the next morning from where he lived and be ready to meet Mandy and do whatever I asked of him. As I discussed on the phone what I was planning, my own cock got so hard in anticipation of seeing Mandy having sex with Thomas that I had to get naked and masturbate myself to an orgasm as soon as I hung up. Inside, nestled within their own form-fitting, satin-lined depressions, were the components of an antique shaving kit: a porcelain shaving mug imprinted with erotic scenes of naked nymphs frolicking in the woods; a whetstone mounted on a wooden handle; a small bottle of honing oil; a stack of soap cakes; and a long, balanced folding straight razor with a mother-of-pearl handle. Anna knew it was very old and extremely expensive; she considered it an honor that her Mistress had purchased it just.