Mira told me you were eighteen, and when I saw you on television, you looked absolutely good enough to eat ... Well, I meant that in a good way.”I t...ok her hand, “Phyllis, lie down beside me and let your titties rest on my chest like Mira’s. I have never seen a woman’s titties before. I love your red hair and I notice you shave your pussy, like Mira. I have never seen but one pussy and her’s had hair all over it.”“Josey, my titties are so sensitive, I can hardly wash them when I bathe.”“I bet. “Steve? What are you doing here?”“Samantha is a friend of the family. I was here for her birthday dinner.”He nodded, “Willy, you probably should interview Steve. My wife works for him.”The detective he addressed waved his hand and led me to the dining room and motioned to a chair. I sat down.“I’m Detective Sergeant Willy Engels. Are you willing to answer questions for me?”“Am I a suspect?” I asked.“At this time, I don’t have anything to suggest you should be,” he said.“Then I’ll answer, though. Seven O'clock OK?" James asked."Sure seven o'clock. See ya then!" She hung up the phone and rolled back to her son.Ricky was lying naked on his belly, his face on the pillow turned toward his mother. Kay brushed her lips softly across her son's cheeks, drinking in the feeling of his soft skin on her lips. She kissed him lightly the whispered into his ear."Time to wake up, my love. We need to do some chores today."Ricky stirred slightly, then, opening his eyes, rolled over to see his mother's. I think both of us are just sort of ignoring that to avoid complicating things. Why?”“I guess I’m just wondering at which point she becomes your girlfriend, you know, de facto.”“I hadn’t thought of it that way.”“Has she?”“I have NO idea,” I replied, suddenly concerned.“I think you better find out before you wind up in a VERY bad place.”“I think you’re right.”October 18, 1982, McKinley, Ohio“I think we need to talk,” I said to Sandy when she got into bed with me on Monday night.“Uh-oh,” she.