The police and coroner searched for evidence of foul play to link me to her death. I was a person of interest. The coroner finally removed her stiff l...feless body onto a gurney and zipped the body bag. Now it would be days of waiting for autopsy reports. Her death, ‘under suspicious causes,’ hit the paper and, naturally, I was the last to see her alive and a person of interest. When the autopsy report went public, the coroner reported natural causes, a burst aneurism. The police cleared me of. The two women headed to the door. I stayed back purposely enjoying the view. Teresa pushed the doorbell and about twenty seconds later, the door opened. The person who answered it was a woman. Cheryl introduced her as our hostess, Kayla Burch. Kayla had long brown hair, brown eyes and figure that she must have worked out regularly to maintain. Being 5'10" in height she was taller than the average woman. I guessed her to be about forty years of age. That night she was dressed in three-inch. It’s corporate policy -- just like you can’t synch your office desktop to your personal mail. However...”“However what?”“If your personal email has browser access, you might try logging in.”“Will that work?”“It may or may not,” Chris replied. “It depends if your email provider’s domain is on our blacklist. The bigger ones -- GMail, Hotmail, Yahoo...”“They’re okay?”“No -- they’re blacklisted. A couple of years ago we had a worm that burrowed into our network. We were down for two days. Remember. A little energy, a littletongue..." He smiles encouragingly...I respond, moving my head back and forth a little faster making my hairswing, opening a little wider so he can see my tongue in action."Faster Angel, faster for me... try and make my sausage cum... and somenoise too... c'mon, make an effort..."I groan, shunting my head back and forth faster and faster, my hair flying,making moaning and groaning noises like I'm enjoying it.. aware that I'mdrawing attention. Oh gods this is humiliating.