"What kind of case, Mr. Holmes?" I'm trying to recover some very valuable property for a client." What kind of property, Mr. Holmes?" Uhhh ... actuall... ... it's a pair of roller skates." Step out of the car, Mr. Holmes. Keep your hands where I can see them!I was pretty sure it would go something like that so, instead of hanging around Dayton, waiting for said scenario to play out, I went shopping for what I'd need for plan C.I waited until an hour after I saw the last lights go off in the house. Their biggest fear was that there was no afterlife.After a long life, the husband was the first to go, and true to his word, he made contact, “Mary ... Mary...”“Is that you, Fred?”“Yes, I’ve come back like we agreed.”“What’s it like?”“Well, I get up in the morning, I have sex. I have breakfast, off to the golf course, I have sex. I bathe in the sun, then I have sex twice. I have lunch, another romp around the golf course, then sex pretty much all afternoon. After supper, golf course again. Then. My only sexual encounters seemed to be with my right hand while looking a pictures of pretty women. In other words, I had had very little experience in sex.That was changed by none other then my sister, Vedanti, who decided to teach me more on the subject. The week we were both staying at our parent’s house was most interesting. The first day we were sitting in the backyard, sunning ourselves and drinking a bottle of wine that belonged to our father. Vedanti was wearing a very skimpy swimming. Although she was much devoted to harboring decidedly naughty thoughts on the size and shape of male equipment on all of the members of the opposite sex with whom she came into contact on a daily basis, her friendship with the effusive Ronnie came to a swift nexus the moment the totally corrupted young girl opened Doreen's knees and slid her knowing tongue inside her vaginal cavity.Poor Doreen did not have the perverted vocabulary to describe her excitement and subsequent orgasm under Ronnie's.