Are we done?’ Sean asked. ‘I think so,’ Mike replied. ‘Let’s pop the padlock on that back gate and bring your truck around. We’re going to...take the computer, the monitor, and the generator. Make it look like a computer was never in here. What should we do with the rest?’ ‘We burn it,’ Mike said. ‘Fill the back of the truck, take it somewhere, start a bonfire.’ ‘Mike, think about it. Twenty-eight unsolved cases. Women who need closure. We could send in the photos anonymously.’ ‘Christie needs. She started licking his balls as Woody and I watched. At one point she lifted his balls and began licking behind them. She pushed her head further into Reggie's crotch and when Reggie looked up to the ceiling and said "oh" to no one in particular, I knew Sara's tongue was on Reggie's black asshole from personal experience.I suspect the sitting position was hard for Sara to do. She got up after licking Reggie's ass while he was standing and ordered him to lie on his back on the bed. Lying on top. "Where's Kathy?" Scott asked when Sandra arrived alone."She's furious, positively livid," Sandra replied with a smile, "but she had to go on a field trip with her class at school. She'd planned to cut it, and I didn't know about it until her teacher called last night. I insisted she go." Well, we'll get along without her, but I want you to know that she's been a real help in all of this." I'm glad to see her get out of that damned apartment," Sandra remarked. "But I think we'll have to be. The large metal gate opened and Tim pulled into the long driveway. He parked in the small roundabout at the front of the house. He walked to the large front door and rang the bell. His mother-in-law answered and let him inside. She closed the door and motioned him into the living room, asking if he wanted a drink, which he declined as he felt his nerves starting in. Madge Greystone had always been a bit ‘cool’ to Tim. She always called him ‘Timothy’ which he didn’t really care for, it always.