It was just the right height. It was sturdy, easily able to hold two bodies. And the lid was polished and smooth. No splinters.But they forget, or don...t care that it was HIS bed! He got out of his coffin and got dressed. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to his mouth. Honey.Not much to narrow down the suspects. Neither Cat, Friday nor Ali was averse to sweet accoutrements. But then. Treat it as a normal cruise and ignore the fact that we work together and we've been set up again." Remembering how he'd helped me earlier, and, seeing the way he pleaded with his eyes, I allowed myself to be persuaded to go with them. Prior to that morning I had no inkling that he knew anything about sailing and it was no small wonder to me that Jerry owned a boat, albeit a small one. I wondered what else I might learn about him during the course of the day."Let's get you all kitted out with. Even if I did my best to not let my thoughts wander while I was driving the deserted road in the darkness, I could not totally prevent it. I was no stranger to death, but this was the first time I had carefully planned how someone would die. And die he would, there was no question about that. Most probably he would die from dehydration soon after he had emptied his bowels. It was not the fact the he was dying that bothered me. I had planned it, and made it happen. On the other hand, I knew that. Mel liked the older man as this wasn’t the first time that she’d had the experienced “older” lover who could make her come again and again. She’d only ever had a same age boyfriend when she was younger and found that unless she played with her pussy she’d never experienced a full on orgasm with a guy. I knew how to work her black hairy pussy and how that if I placed just two fingers up her young slit and with movements up and down from her clit to her arse would give Mel orgasms that would make.