To top this off, they had also met another of Lady Carter’s circle, a Mrs. Elizabeth Anson, the wife of Captain Jeremiah Anson, R.N., and a well kno...n writer of comedic theatre plays. It became clear to Thomas that the women had had a delightful afternoon.Thomas briefly recounted his and Elias’s afternoon and he extolled the excellent cuisine of the St. Croix. When he mentioned his idea to find a competent chef for their Surrey home, Mirabel nodded eagerly.“That would be nice. We are eating so. In the bright light I saw my Mother’s clean shaven cunt bulging out beneath her big belly. Mother’s cunt was really fat and it bulged out between her thunder thighs. I couldn’t control myself. I fell to my knees and hugging her ass, kissed Mother’s fat, shaven cunt. “Ahhh!!! Rahul, my darling”, she exclaimed. I kissed and started licking my Mother’s cunt. I pushed my tongue deep inside my Mother’s cunt and licked her already flowing juices. Mother spread her fat thighs and held my head close to. “Take facial pictures of all the dead.”“Andy, if you have a minute, send someone to the front office. There are dead there that need to be removed. I am sure the girls would like to see them gone,” I said.“What? Those girls did that?” he replied. “I will send someone right away.”I hurried to the basement. Time was running out; both of my phones were still ringing nonstop.I held the ID in front of each one, then sent the pictures to Frank, and then called him.As soon as he picked up, “Do you. Still the traffic light was red. Redder, if possible. More insistent. No cameras perched on top, no one around to care. What’s it matter? The thought dropped into me like a battleship anchor. Sighing, I leaned back in the seat. Raked my hand through my hair, the ends dropping back on my shoulders, and remembered the days when it was too knotted to comb.Everything matters.I had no way of knowing that getting my wisdom teeth out at eighteen would ruin my life. You can’t know you’ll steal.