Beall unfolded the letter and looked at the subscription. "From the fellow we had supper with, Wainright. Don't think I knew his name was 'William' be...ore." Yes, and?" his wife asked, her knitting fingers stilled."Guess I will be going down to Georgetown tomorrow. The constable wants to see me. He writes that he has caught a murderer and that he knows who paid for Joan Suede's blue dress. Remember her?" Oh yes," said Beall's wife with a grin. "Hard to forget her. In that case, I'll make you a. " Cat moaned.After giving each of his daughter's lovely breast attention, he began to move lower gently kissing Cat's navel, coming to the top of her snug jeans. Deftly he unclasped the jeans and peeled them down his daughter?s toned legs, leaving her standing in nothing but her thong.The smell of his daughter's sex, even covered by her panties as it was, was maddening to Greg; the scent drove him into a frenzy of passion and lust. Greg lifted his head from Catharine's nether regions to look. Why?” I looked at him.His face was flushed. He shrugged. “Just wondering.”I sipped my beer. He sipped his. Another few moments passed.Chris said, “Do you think … would she … would you … do you all want to … I don’t know … try again?”I looked at him. I didn’t say anything. He was looking at my wife, glancing from her to me kinda furtively. “You want to fuck my wife, Chris?” I asked.He took a big drink from his bottle, wiped his mouth, and grinned.I said, “It didn’t go well last time … three. The beast should have made him almost invulnerable. Actually Alicedidn't understand why the new leader was on the battlefield in the firstplace. It was as if the beast was doing the minimum damage before itcontinued on. The damage to this dimension was almost inconsequential.Alice plopped down on the rear of the tank and swung her legs back andforth. None of this was making any sense what so ever. What she knewfrom the Caretaker such beings were methodically destroying everythingthey touched..