Checking his computer, for more information on the four men murdered by the seasonal killer, Bahn had gleaned that they were all involved in politics,...in one form or another, and that all had been killed in different regions of the country. Cross-referencing found that they seemed to have no case or issue in common and there was no apparent motive to link all of the murders together ... other than the greeting cards and the murder method with its sadistic, sexual overtones. Further checking. I entered and askew where her child is. She answered quietly that he is sleeping. I sit on her bed where her child was sleeping. Her room was full of clothes. She asked for help for packing her clothes. I agreed joyfully. Between helping her I was able to saw her big boobs. While packing her clothes, She got slipped and she fell on me. Her bouncing boobs touched my chest. A shock just hit me, she was not wearing her bra. During when we were falling on the floor I was able to squeeze her boobs. He asked me to sit opposite to him and he asked all my details and he said you have to expose your self and must be ready to sacrifice anything for your job and i understood what is in his mind i said sure sir then he told me to go lock the door n cum i went and locked it and turned he was on the bed now. he asked me to serve scotch to him i then went closer to him and removed his tie, blazer, then shirt now he is only in pant i went to cub board and got a wine glass nad got scortch bottle and. The little key found its female on the dash and she smiled in anticipation of Layla's throaty rasping burble and the thirsty sucking induction noise of the twin Webbers. The key turned and nothing happened. Confused, she pulled the key out and put it back in, turning it again. A faint click rewarded her and she immediately looked to the light switch."Dammit. Dammit to hell." She could not recall having turned the lights on. "bloody hell, Layla. What to do now?" Taking her phone from her.