Yes, you might say, I’m a little unsettled! Don’t go? Oh?That wasn’t you that said ... never mind.“Just got up to pee, Mom!” Shouting throug... the still open kitchen door, loud enough to carry all the way to the bedroom.Hurry! Mom’s coming! Where’s the mop? In the head! Get it! Hurry!“This is nice, son. Is this where you planned to bring me? Where is the outhouse? Did you have an accident?”“Haha, just a bit of a rough landing, Mom.Nothing to worry about, I got it covered. (mopping vigorously). I knew that her husband didn't have an affair because shecouldn't cook; the guy was a complete idiot.As soon as we started to eat, it was like the three of us were sittingat my parent's pool again. We laughed, or in my case giggled and justhad fun. As Kaylee brought out her grandmother's tarts for dessert, Irealized I missed having my friends over for dinner."Why did we stop our dinners together, Kaylee?" I took a sip of wine. Ihad broken out a couple of bottles of the good stuff. The caption underneath read, "I am here to make your wildest dreams cum true". I immediately noticed the word "cum" was emboldened. The penny finally dropped. Julie really did mean "specialist treatments". After a short while Mel stepped out from the doorway and beckoned me. I tried to keep my eyes level as she ushered me in but couldn't help noticing the fullness of her breasts straining through her blouse. She definitely wasn't the woman in the photo but was equally as inviting. The room was. It seemed so stupid. The EMT’s looked at her, and tried to find vital signs. To their experienced eyes, in the grim humor of their profession, it was clear she wasn’t going out dancing tonight. She’d been dead for some time, probably shortly after she arrived home. They speculated between 5:30 and 6:30 o’clock as the estimated time-of-death. The coroner would eventually agree with them. Way too long to expect to resuscitate. All they could do now was haul her down to the hospital where the.