Did I say good? Did I say noise? She was ferociously good. Ferociously noisy. Right way I could tell she was better than me, much much better. She cra...hed into something jangly and dissonant and upsettingly brilliant. How could she do those things, make those miraculous wrenching sounds? It was like nothing I'd ever heard before.I sat down on the little bench in the hall. No way could I leave now--I'd disturb them. But besides that, the music held me. It felt like, oh I don't know... like I was. "What can it hurt? It's been three years since you threw David out. You need to go on with your life."Abby perched on a stool at her kitchen island. Her neighbor, June Talbot, sat opposite her. The two women were emptying a coffee pot, one mug at a time. Abby's spacious kitchen was bright, in contrast to her mood."I know you're right, but I just can't. I'm not ready." If Carl isn't the right one, maybe Sam Ross is," she pushed on. "The point is, if you never start, you'll never find out."Abby. She had been such a great fuck, a really nice tight pussy, a lovely tight ass and tits to die for. I was going to make sure I had more fun with her. I picked up pen and paper and wrote a note.'Sally, be over my place tonight at eight, I want you in your shortest skirt, tightest top. You are not to wear any underwear and I want you in 4" heels, from Master Mike'I walked over to Sally's house. I was just about to put the note under the door when the door was opened. There standing in the doorway. ‘Kroger and the other grocery stores keep better records on food purchases than Citizens would be comfortable with if they knew the truth. Turns out Tina bought all the ingredients to make those chocolates, including the peanuts. She was smart enough to have the peanuts out as a snack on their own, but she still bought them.’ I went on: ‘Tina also had availability to epi-pen injectors that belonged to her husband’s football team… and the serial number of the murder weapon was part of that.