5:20pm, his watch read as Brad reached the back of the house. Kneeling down, he took out a thin piece of metal and easily unlatched the simple lock on...the basement window. Taking a look inside, he sees the window is right above the dryer. Lowering his bag first, Brad then enters the house through the window and secures the latch. Knowing time is ticking, he heads up the stairs to the first floor of the house.As he wanders down the hallway, he sees the pictures the couple has put up and his eyes. The Banquet was very nice, the food was excellent. Jennifer introduced me to a lot of people. Some of them I recall having seen their names or pictures in the local newspaper or on the TV News. We decided to leave around nine, Jennifer then suggested we stop for a cup of coffee. I agreed since we had gotten along really well that night and I had enjoyed the conversation. We stopped at a local late night café and had a few cups of coffee. Jennifer told me about her brief marriage and how she had. She said that she was a little shaken, but she realized that it made me happy. We talked about how I would act around our friends, and I told her that they are just going to have to get used to the new me."Sir, she invited us out tomorrow night, with a bunch of our friends. She said if I was serious about this, I should be around them. I'm not sure if she thinks I'll act differently around them, or she really wants me to do this, but I'd like to go." Well, what do you think?" I asked. "How will. A not always good Greek girl, I’m afraid. A bit nosy and chatty at times. Though I’m sweet, I promise!” Victoria nervously bit her lower lip and toyed with her hair.“So, is it really Victoria, or do you prefer ‘Vicky?’ And yes, we’re his blood sisters. Half-sisters, though. Which is genetically closer to first cousins, I think, in terms of consanguinity. Same Dad,” Casey stipulated now.“Different Mum. Allow me to properly introduce myself. Sir Cecil Evans, Bart. Esquire. Solicitor back in.