The sex was all about his mouth and my ass – every time now he wanted to be there. I was becoming used to it as well – Panek also favoured this ho...e when we had sex (we never made love anymore).As the tourist season started to wind down, Renaud and I managed to spend more and more time with each other. We even managed a day together in a different village where we could have lunch, talk and be with each other without having to hide it. I cherished these times with what I now considered the love. Whose dress was it?The horse's easy gait brought his bladder to his attention, and he stopped to relieve himself noting the still uncleared ditch at the roadside as he did. He wrote a note to himself to see Mansfield Clagett again and wondered if his memory was really getting bad. What had he forgotten about the earlier crime that might be important now? Had he heard about the overseer's knife before? He should have.He remounted and as he rode south saw Lem Clagett's crooked lane in his mind. A tyrant, admittedly. He used his innate Fu’lakarr to terrorise the people and make them obey. All feared him, and rightly so. But, there was a humankind more feared than Umbrri. His wife, Meratildarr Caslon. Together, they ruled for 3900 years before being assassinated in their sleep. They sired 14 children. The eldest was conceived on the late King and Queen’s first coupling. Jyonarr Sympa was raised to the throne at the age of 3687. He, too, was assassinated just three days after his. “Thia, I don’t have your work schedule, so I’m just leaving this text. I’m exhausted, so I’m going to bed. I have the phones turned off. If you need me come by otherwise, I’ll try to find you tomorrow morning.” I made a second call to Mica. It was pretty much the same message that I left for Thia. I had no idea what Mica would do. She would probably be curious, if nothing else. Her curiosity could take the form of a phone call or she might drop by. The last time I saw her she appeared.