“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Finley,” Phil said, shaking Scott’s hand. The pair had married in a civil service after they had returned to coll...ge. They planned a larger ceremony the following summer.“Thanks, Phil,” Scott said. “Sorry we didn’t do it while everyone was around. We were still talking about whether we wanted to wait until after Liam arrived. We didn’t really make up our mind until we got back to school.”“No problem,” Phil said. “I’m just glad you’re happy.”“I am, man,” Scott told. I pointed out the footprints. He started taking pictures and putting little number things by each foot print. He looked like he was having fun as I followed him across the roof.When we got to the "jump point", I found all the typical suicide stuff piled up neatly. There were his shoes, coat, hat, wallet and keys. I never figured out why jumpers left all this stuff behind. But then I could never figure out why they jumped. There were a lot easier forms of suicide.The CSI interrupted my thought. Bea gave me directions and I was off to meet him. The aunt telling me to return after I pick him up. I was soon at the ice cream shop, I for some reason knew which guy was Dave. Probably a lucky guess or because he was the only guy male over 12. He got in the car and said our hellos, he then pulled out a joint and said You mind? We both laughed and toaked up. We wwere both pretty buzzed when we got back to the aunts and the wife knew it. She just kinda laughed when her aunt wasnt looking. The. " She put a cigarette in my mouth and lit it. She made sure to put her hand over mine and squeezed my hand around her breast.I loved feeling her young body in my hands. "You know you're killing me with all this hugging and letting me touch you like this." I said letting my fingers graze over her hard nipple.Her back ached up and she moaned. "Oh Uncle John. That was nice. I told you I was yours. I love you, you can do anything you want to me." She said moving my hand under her tiny shirt to hold.