‘What did you and Tommy find in the basement?’ Brian asked his son. ‘Lots of stuff.’ ‘Go back down there and look around. Come back when you...can tell me about five things you’ve seen,’ Brian said. ‘He can’t count to five,’ Amanda said. ‘Yes, I can count to one hundred,’ Phillip corrected her, already headed to the basement door, anxious to show his sister and dad that he could remember five items. Brian said, ‘Quick, put the cash in one of the boxes,’ when they heard Phillip’s footsteps on the. Words were superfluous, we communicated through deeds. Revelling in Marianne’s admission, my chest pounded so hard, it made my ears ring. Slowly by degrees, vivid with its intensity, agony with its patience, we fucked.“Oh God Jack, this is crazy. I need to get myself off but I can’t stop watching.”“Then masturbate as I fuck you.”In this position, embedded deeply in my wife, I felt her fingers expertly capture her evasive clitoris. Pressed close, hands on the tops of her thighs, we devoured. You have been warned. It’s an odd place, the City of London. Odd shaped buildings in odd narrow winding streets, odd shaped modern offices squeezed in between old buildings that had been refurbished. Then one warm September morning I discovered the big advantage of being in this rabbit warren of commerce, I could see into the windows of the offices across the narrow tarmac ribbon of Costermonger’s Lane. It had been several hundred years since the last Costermonger left (not that I had any idea. It was for non-homeowners to picnic on the grass, or to just stop and enjoy the views from the bluff.Returning to the front door, he prepared to ring the doorbell. He fought to lower his heart rate as best he could, though his rage threatened to consume him regardless. He pulled the recorder from his back pocket and turned it on, putting it in the front belly pouch of his sweatshirt. He had no intention of using the gun tucked into the small of his back. The gun and Julie's suicide note were.