He hoped the bottom was soft as he began to slide down, trying to slow himself on the wall.He slid down further, grabbing for anything that might help...to slow his descent. With jarring suddenness he hit a thin rock shelf, barely keeping his momentum from carrying him over the side. The ledge was not wide, barely enough to lay on. In the minimal light from the open hole, he couldn't see his surroundings very well. He felt around to see if there was some way he could climb up, but his hands just. Fucking. Kill. Him. For a moment, Peter distracted himself, trying to figure out how he would get to the garage to fetch one of his shotguns. Then he received a visual shock. From above, he watched Ellie strut across the large living room, pulling the gray sweater dress over her head as she did so. She was left in the thigh-high suede boots, a black lace demi bra, and matching thong. Ellie had stopped wearing sexy lingerie five years ago. Or so he thought. Right behind her was a tall man with. Nachdem sie sich von Frank getrennt hatte, wollte sie erst mal das Single-Leben geniessen. Ihre erste Überlegung war gewesen, wieder zu Richard, ihrem Freund vor Frank, zurückzugehen, denn dieser hatte alle ihre Bedürfnisse befriedigt. Sie hatte sich vom ihm getrennt, weil sie dachte, er sei zu dominant. Aber erst die Beziehung zu dem sanftmütigen Frank hatte ihr die Augen geöffnet. Richard war genau der Typ Mann, der zu ihr passte. Aber Stefanie hatte sich von ihm getrennt und sie glaubte. Still, I did wonder about my grandmother. But, since my grandfather didn’t talk about her, I would just decide on that later.I went back to the problem at hand. I had checked the drawers of my grandfather’s desk and found them all locked, with no apparent openings. No surprise there. They were most likely keyed to my grandfather’s fingerprints or perhaps some other arrangement. While it looked like an ordinary desk, I knew it was more like a vault and would probably be harder to gain entry.I.