“So, as you see, we’re on a bit of a quest. Who is Chris’s Buttercup?” Tamara finished.“And we were or rather I was a suspect?” beamed Gis...lle; I nodded in response.We all turned to Gerry as he spoke, “I can alibi my wife… and I saw your mystery lady!”“You did?” I asked.“Yeah, it had to be her… afterwards! We were playing pool and I saw her walk across the lobby… I remember those heels clacking on the marble and looked up. She was still wearing the mask and carrying the rest of her outfit in. She turned around and I rubbed her back and ass, the soapy bubbles slowly running down.We rinsed off and dried off. She was blow drying her hair and said above the noise, "Would you mind making a couple more drinks for us?" I did and soon, she stepped out of the bathroom. I was taking her pillows off her bed and she put the TV on to MTV. She explained that she is loud and didn't want her condo neighbors to hear us. This was getting better and better by the minute. She took a sip of her drink. .. I’ll check with Jan and see what time we’re leaving and let you know. See you later.” I headed home and called Jan to see if I could convince him to get a date to go miniature golfing Saturday. We hadn’t already planned anything.Jan never had a steady girlfriend. In fact, we sometimes dated the same girl on different weekends. I hadn’t had a steady girlfriend since Jessie moved away and that had been well over a year ago. But Jan was popular and could always call someone up to go out. This. ’ ‘Exactly and being a smart girl you’ll predict a very expert cover-up, won’t you?’ ‘My mind was going down that track. The incriminating plant could be buried in an excavation under two hundred tons of rubble.’ ‘Not quite. Our informant says it was trucked into a tunnel, as the half square-mile quarry excavation is in an ancient formation that is crisscrossed with veins of rock that are crushed to make those fancy color aggregate toppings you see in fake mini gardens in corporate buildings,.