She almost groaned with despair when it went instantly to the answer machine, but bravely she left a message: ‘Darling this is Mummy, I hope you are...having a lovely time with Daddy, ring me when u pick this message up’ The police seemed pleased that Rachel had thought to do this, because if the phone was switched on then it could be traced as it searched for messages and if Alice actually picked it up then they could pinpoint the handset’s exact position. Suddenly I was so glad now, that Rachel. Alright that sounds awesome. She smiles now wiping the tears away .Thank you so much y how can I ever repay you ? It's not necessary honey . Someday would you consider ever being my boyfriend ? .Yes Maybe but I can never replace your dad . your dad was a kind man who was loved by everyone .I hear my mom at night crying she gets very lonely it hurts me a lot . I don't like to see my mom sad Neither do I .Would you like pizza ? yeah that's fine thank you . What are you doing over there. ‘Maybe your uncle was a seeker after truth.’ ‘Maybe he was a seeker after pussy,’ I wanted to say, but I kept this thought to myself. The events of the last few days made it clear to me that it had been Uncle Albert’s driving passion to complete the project he called FUCK and unleash himself on the unsuspecting ‘young ladies’ of London, only for a casual accident to cut him down when on the brink of success. For him, it was an incredible tragedy, but for London’s young womanhood, I could not. "Hello home early in the evening, what’s up," she said and stepped inside. "Nothing, I am a bit tired" I tried to be left undisturbed. She sat down in my only chair, and then I saw how she was dressed! The shortest skirt I've seen with black panties. It will be tough for a 16 year old to see such a sight. Sure, I had both promiscuous sex and the girlfriend but this was something else. She noticed that I became silent and just stared her in the crotch. Would you like some wine, she asked. Mmm,.