Bill felt like a sissy and a fool and his wife and mother in lawfully intended to make that feeling last.Helen and Sally had been video taping Bill an... his informal modelingsession. Bill had been required to apply makeup and had done a verygood job, as he had much formally secret experience. The threeexpensive wigs sat on their wig-heads. Bill was not allowed theprivilege of women's hair; Bill would have to earn that right. Helenmotioned Bill over to a position in front of her. She reached. Her hands were still secured at her sides by the belt cuffs and her elbows jutted out behind her. "You can stay there until you stop resisting," I said. I wasn't sure what to do and thought that might hold Mom at bay while I dreamt up something that would convince her to let me continue 'practising'. After a few minutes, I reached out, grabbed Mom's ankles, and pulled her back toward me until her knees were about a foot from the couch. I held her raised feet between my knees. Now what? Make her. ’‘Urm, excuse me, do I know you?’ Holding my open hand over my eyes, for the sun was high and blocking my vision.‘Yes, I am sure you do. We last met two to three years ago, when we last took a walk in these woods.’‘Oh really,’ I hmphed, then it dawned on me. ‘David?’ I whispered.‘The one and only,' he said with a laugh in the tone of his voice.‘How long have you been watching me?' I asked, splashing the water with my open hands.‘Long enough,’ he said laughing, ‘And may I say, you don’t look any. " Sure," he said. "It would better explain why she wasn't at the grave service. But if Lisa killed herself at the funeral home..." It still leaves us with no body," Tina sighed and that was the real issue. Without a body there was nothing. No suicide, no murder, and most importantly perhaps, there was no closure for the girl's family and friends.Vasquez didn't have any answers yet, she knew, just another possibility that didn't really make a lot of sense. What motive could anyone have to murder.