“Oh she’d get mad, but we used to swing so it’s not a problem” I lied. He grinned evilly “Well we could go wake her up if you’re so sure...she wouldn’t mind…” “Ok, stop, I’d be in deep shit” I panicked a then confessed. ” You want more money?” I dryly croaked in fear. “That too. I have a confession to make; I have a camera and audio recorder in my backpack over there and all of this is on digital!” I laughed because I thought he was bluffing, but he smirked, got up and retrieved it, and when. Actually, except for Connie, I haven't had any loving since you left. We both miss you." She snickered in a way that could only imply sexual mischief.I ignored the sexual reference, and stated my purpose: "Mils, I'm being followed and stalked – so's Crystal." I went on and explained about our various run-ins with Bart Kenesis, and my worry about him being a bodily threat. "I want all the information you can get on him, particularly what I could do to get into his head – spook him so badly that. I knew he had one but that's all I knew."I really fucked up raising him. He's fifty-six years old, and doesn't think he needs to work. About two months ago I bought him a business he really likes because it doesn't require much work. But you're gonna love it."He wouldn't tell me anything else. He wanted me to see it for myself. So naturally we headed for the expressway, and as usual Harold pulled my skirt up enough to show my naked pussy. We drove for about an hour, crossing over into Kentucky,. Marisa scrambled out of Iris's arms and jumped into mine. She buried her face in my neck and cried even harder."Stay!" I said to the other two females before carrying Marisa to her room. She did not know anything more than our mother had been hurt somehow. I whispered softly to her until she cried herself out and fell asleep.Iris and my mother were holding hands when I walked back into the room. They watched me warily. Keeping quiet was a challenge since they knew I wanted to know what.