I swiveled around on my chair in the dark office. Half my bottle of scotch was gone, and I was pouring myself another glass. I don't know why I like t... get drunk when I close a case, maybe I'm an alcoholic.I peeked through the blinds to the street below.The city always looked beautiful from my window. The night lights of town sparkled off the skyscrapers, and little headlights could be seen moving about the streets. The window was cold to the touch. No surprise. Snow blanketed the trees and. Finally, her mother had enough and broke down the bathroom door. Only tofind her brother, laying in the tub, bright red stained the water. It washis blood. The police came and reported that he had slit his wrists. Hismother found a final note on the his dresser explaining everything."Dear mother, I tried so hard to do everything my best to please you. Itried to be the best boy I could be for the first eleven years. My athleticswere the best in school and my grade scores were among the top 90. I let the tips of my fingers slip into the band and slid them back around to the sides again. I was able to slide them down to your knees without too much trouble, thanks to you lifting your butt up off the bed. I must say, I wasn't surprised when I saw that you weren't wearing panties. When you were on the ladder in the garage earlier I was eye to eye with your pouting, camel toe! The sight of your pussy wrapped tightly in the black fabric left me with a spot of precum in my shorts the size of. I woke up the next day ready for anything. I cleaned the house and drank some coffee. Boring as usual. Without my husband here I was bored out of my skull. I ran upstairs to see what the neighbors were doing. She was there but he must have been at work. She was in jeans and a tee, nothing unsual. I watched to see what she was going to do. Maybe I could use some of her pointers. She dusted, eww that was'nt for me. Then she layed on the bed and put their big screened television on. .