.." With plenty of credit cards." interposed Richard."Yes with plenty of credit cards, and we'll go and find out how many balls we can lose on the old...course."Henry coughed indicating that he had something to say. "If Miss Berwick and Simon are willing, I would extend hospitality to them to plan the wedding at Holland Hall. There's a rather pretty Chapel in the grounds. It would be perfect for a wedding." I knew about the Hall and it was a very gracious place indeed. It was in North Essex,. If something credible is sent in, believe me that as much effort will be put into finding out who sent it in as there will be on what the evidence itself." Why is that?" Kim asked."Because, investigation never stops. Prosecution may limit what it can and can't use, but investigation looks at everything. The fact that you saw a crime while committing another gives leverage to force you to testify. A burgler seeing a murder has to weigh jail vs. testimony and reduced sentence. Those are the kind. Max put a generous amount of lotion on her ass and lovingly kneaded her cheeks. He complimented Beth on her beautiful ass. He slipped his hand between Beth’s ass cheeks and brushed her vagina. Max lifted Beth by the hips so that her ass was elevated. He poured more lotion between the cheeks of Beth’s ass and began to probe her asshole with his fingers. Soon he had two fingers sawing easily in and out of Beth’s asshole and two others in her cunt. Beth lay there with her head on the bed turned to. It’s not a problem. When I was fifteen I would have been very upset if someone said that, but I think I need a different sort of man. And I think he needs a different sort of woman.”“Do you have anyone in mind?” Clarissa asked.“For me? Or for Mike?”“Both, I guess.”“For me? There is a college student at Saint Michael who I’ve known for almost as long as I’ve known Mike that has wanted to date me for ages. And I think he’s interesting enough to consider.”“May I ask who?”“Nikolas Dmitriyevich.”I.