Long, iron-gray hair lays against the white pillow cover. Grandfather’s face is thin and sunken, crosshatched with deep wrinkles. Only in his dark e...es does Logan see the reflection of the great man he knows and loves. Grandfather has sent everyone else away, even his reluctant and unhappy wife. They are alone.“Do not grieve, my boy. I go to my ancestors and will be at peace.”Logan nods, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.He feels the old man gently squeeze his hand. “Before I go, I. Patty turned around showing me her ass. She looked over her shoulder at me smiling. My cock was throbbing up and down as I stared at her hot ass.“You always did love my ass,” Patty said smiling.Patty bent over pulling her butt cheeks apart. Her brown eye winking at me as she did. Patty then climbed back up on top of me. Patty straddled me as she grabbed my cock. She told me she needed to feel my big cock in her. Patty rubbed the head of my cock at her pussy.She slipped it between her pussy lips. He looked like he wanted to say something but he held his tongue until Martha completed her statement of facts."My last point is that my first and second point lead to the conclusion that this was a murder by a professional assassin made to look like suicide and that some mysterious third party stepped in to draw our attention to the hard cold facts of a well-planned homicide."Chief Inspector Tower sloshed down the remainder of his drink and cleared his throat. Martha sat silently perched on. She’d been his huge crush in high school and that soft spot had never, ever gone away. But he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. ‘Home?’ he asked her. ‘Have you eaten? Would you care for some dinner? I don’t know places around here anymore but . . .’ ‘You’ve already been so kind,’ she said. ‘It’s not kind only, Carol,’ he said, ‘It would be a great treat for me.’ She smiled then at him and said, ‘Okay, on one condition.’ ‘One condition, fine,’ he said to her. ‘You let me walk,’ she.