”Another first – knocking on my bedroom door before coming in and now apologising. My relationship with my mother was changing very quickly and I ...asn’t sure where it was going.“So, can I talk to Col and Mutti Frida about what you told me last night?”Across the table from me, I could see my mother’s reaction as palpably physical. She was shifting in her chair and glancing round the room. She was clearly deeply uncomfortable with the idea of someone outside the family knowing about this.“You. "Come on baby, we should make the most of this amazing weather and the fact I have an extra day off work," she said."What did you have in mind?" I was nervous and intrigued at the same time."Well, I was thinking of going and lying out in the garden for a couple of hours....what do you think?" Sure, I could do with a bit more colour, I look a little pale when I'm at the pool."We stand up off the sofa and look each other up and down again, my cock so hard in my knickers looking at Jane's. As dinner continued and they moved onto dessert, the crowd was nearing its inevitable intoxicated state. Everyone was loud, full of laughs, and words tumbled from their mouths. Kenny eagerly ate his apple cake and crème brûlée. His father’s golf buddy, Richard, was gesturing wildy with his hands and accidently knocked Kenny’s spoon out of his hand. “Ha, ha, sorry about that, son!” Richard yelled apologetically while he laughed. Kenny smiled politely. Irritated, he crouched down to the ground. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by giant evergreens with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so he didn't have to go down to the creek to have water. Clint entered the front door and placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather's corpse onto a large wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought. After filling a washpan with water; Clint began to gently wash the blood from the side of Heather's face,.