And now I’ve learned a lesson.”“Well, well, well; we don’t have the guilt-ridden Mike anymore.”“It was never guilt, at least not the way I...think you mean it. I struggled with my conscience, but I wasn’t feeling ‘guilty’ as people usually mean it. You want the Roman Catholics for that!”“Liz and I are going Christmas shopping. Tasha is going to join us and Sasha might join us as well.”“When did you talk to them?”“I called last night while you were doing dishes.”“Have fun with the girls,. Whathappened?"Rachel had walked up to Steve's house under a faint but persistent rainthat had soaked her hair turning it into a single mass. Her clothes werewet too, and her eyes were still red from crying.She entered the house and jumped at his neck, hugging him tightly. "Myuncle and aunt... they..." She could not continue, and started sobbing."Calm down, tell me what happened." They want to throw me out!" she finished, all in one breath, beforestarting to cry again, leaning on Steve's. ”Fuck Ed first,” I replied. “He got a fucking boner just looking at you.””I will,” she giggled. “He looks like fun.”We climbed out of the water and stripped off our wet clothes before lying down on the lounge chairs.”You need sunscreen,” Rachael said as she sat down next to Stacey. “Trust me.”Stacey smiled and lay back, exposing her nude body to the sun. Ed stood open-mouthed as his eyes traveled the light skin and colorful tattoos.”Would you mind putting some on for me, Ed?” Stacey asked with. I barged past him, as did Sergeant Rudistan and Patrol Officer Gunddottar. We were too quick for Cat Clausen, whom we prevented from running into the kitchen towards the back door. ‘Cat Clausen,’ I said as Inga Gunddottar deftly turned her around and affixed handcuffs to her wrists before she hardly knew what was happening, ‘you are under arrest for the murder of Trish Donolan.’ ‘What the hell is going on, here?’ asked Cat’s stunned husband. ‘Cat? What’s going on?’ ‘Your wife is under arrest.