After I cleared my plate, I took Jenn’s with me to our bedroom door saying, “Sweetie pie, do you want any more to eat?”All I heard was sobbing. ... took her plate to the kitchen sink, and then I came back and opened the door. I saw her makeup running. She put out her arms for me to embrace her. We just held one another for the longest time. After about forty minutes, a knock came to the door, Mom walked in.“I think it would be a great idea if we all left Indiana for at least a few weeks. It would. Donna leaned against the door jamb crossing one knee, placing her hand on her hip. "I guess I said some pretty wild things, didn't I? " Donna asked. "I couldn't help it, Billy. Sometimes it gets that way." It's okay, Mother," he replied, and she detected a quiver in his voice."What I said... those words," she asked in a soft voice, "did they... excite you?" Yeah, Mother!" he said, enthusiastic, his eyes burning on her beautiful tits.She lowered her eyes to the front of his pants, seeing they. I was pleased to see that thephotographer assigned to me was Graham James. He was an older,experienced man with whom I had worked many times in the past. In fact hehad acted as my mentor when I was a tyro journalist just starting to cutmy teeth in the profession.I had spent the previous evening reading up on the facts of the murder inthe newspaper's archive. It had been a particularly shocking affair.Doctor John Stephenson and his wife Mary had just put their youngdaughters - Alice (9) and. A junkie, cold turkey since January but buzzing with the anticipation of his next fix. Counting down the hours and the minutes. I wasn’t Pete, the loving husband. And I wasn’t Peter Jones, VP for International Development Consulting. I was a high-functioning addict.The only thing that kept me sane during that week of waiting was the nightly calls between Sue and Brandon. They kept me sane, but in other ways made it worse, as they just reminded me of the coming Friday high I craved so badly.I.