He had taken an overdose of drugs, in a cocktail, when she had been away,overnight visiting their son. She had arrived back, in the evening, tofind hi... dead. The police had made some brief enquiries, but given hishistory, they took it as just another case.It wasn't until probate was being sorted, that the disappearance of over?70,000, from their savings, was discovered. She had contacted the policeto tell them about it, but they had closed the file. The news of theblackmail, explained a puzzle. ?But we?ll find out tomorrow, this time tomorrow.Just need to wait a little longer...?Naturally, given the importance of tomorrow?s meeting, I barely sleepthrough the night, though I have to muffle a frustrated scream when Ido wake up to find a sticky patch on the front of my pyjama bottoms.As I pull on my school uniform, I muse on how, if all goes welltonight, this might be the last ever time I pull on this pair oftrousers or lace up my black school shoes. Even though it isn?t Monday,I still. Called around and no one could join us on the short notice I gave them. I then asked my sister-in-law if she would let her kids ride with us since they couldn’t get away that weekend. She agreed and my niece and nephew were existed to be joining us. My niece turned sixteen just a few months ago and my nephew was just a couple years behind her. The car was package this morning and we were off to the beach. Not just packed with supplies but five people in one car. The trip to the beach was fun,. Although not the lover that either Peter or Paul was, he had shown a willingness, born of love, to try to please her. However, as he had pointed out, Viagra was not an every night option and despite his willingness to learn, Lynn had to admit he would never be the romantic or erotic lover she craved. Of his love and the security of home and husband he afforded her, she was certain. Was that enough?The opposite extreme was Peter. Suave and sophisticated, romantic as well as erotic, he was.