It was just the right height. It was sturdy, easily able to hold two bodies. And the lid was polished and smooth. No splinters.But they forget, or don...t care that it was HIS bed! He got out of his coffin and got dressed. He shut the lid and looked at it with a sigh. Yup, someone had been here. Chocolate syrup spots, and sticky drops. He scraped at one and raised it to his mouth. Honey.Not much to narrow down the suspects. Neither Cat, Friday nor Ali was averse to sweet accoutrements. But then. Debbie, my gorgeous blonde teenage step-daughter stood at the side of the bed, utterly naked except for the 13th birthday present silver charm bracelet.She briefly slipped each of the heart shaped charms into her mouth, all the while watching my mounting erection lifting the thin summer quilt."Where's breakfast" I tried to ask innocently."I am silly. You said we could have sex when my pubic hair started growing - and here it is".Debbie lifted one leg over my face, holding her succulent bare. He took an arrow to the throat. He was a youth with blonde hair and round eyes.The second was an older Norse man. Someone I suspect simply marched across the world to die on a battlefield. An axe was planted in his head, cutting it in half.The deaths mounted exponentially, seas of blood stained the dirt field.Over the din of the shrieks and cries of pain, I heard laughter. I tore my eyes from the heathens slaughtering God's warriors.My gaze once again found the demon.He was laughing.It was the. ”Dad grinned. “I think the little hearing just got out of someone’s control.”I said, “There is another thing going on.” I told him about the events we missed last night. He was surprised but nodded grimly.We all headed inside going through the metal detectors. The local officers were not prepared but did their best to get everyone through quickly. We went inside and Dad, Agnes, and I took seats at the defendant’s table. Everyone else filed in and took seats. Tracy, Amanda, and Melody were.