‘Put up or shut up’. ‘Shit or get off the pot’. ‘Time to put your money where your mouth is’. However I had to also remind myself that ‘...he ball was in her court’. Even with our conversation and innuendos I still had to wonder what the reality of the situation may bring. On the one hand it could go favorable ‘and they all lived happily ever after’. But on the other hand there was the ‘loose lips sink ships’ cliche to deal with. After all a story meant to entertain strangers connected the dots. There was dancing all around. Tina with Ronald, Zoe with her man, Penelope with Grant. I just watched. Well, with no legs I had damn little choice.I had the feeling that Zoe wanted to talk with me, but she kept her distance sticking to the deal she’d verbally signed onto with Lance.The new marrieds left about an hour after dinner. I learned that they’d opted for Paris; well, Glory’s hubby was rich. I wished them well. I’d gotten a goodbye kiss from her as she sashayed out hand in hand with. “You wake up with a hardon every day?”“Yeah, remember yesterday when you woke up and started sucking me off? It was hard when you woke up and started sucking it right?”“Yeah, it was. I didn’t know that happened every day though. Wow! What do you usually do about it when you wake up? Does it just go down on its own?”“Well, honey,” I said as I squeezed her firm young breast. “I usually get a handful of Vaseline, wrap my hand around my cock, think about you, and it doesn’t usually take long before. . BUT."Two hours later the BUT was still very much there. The killing of a sitting judge was no standard matter, so Tom thoroughly inspected the scene with Connie. She was also a good, dependable investigator. There was no reason for the FBI to intervene in any way with her investigation, so Tom would take his inquiry in a different direction.Judge Simpel had been a DA, and as a jurist had the reputation of being a harsh law and order man. Someone may have been looking for payback, or the crime.