Wait! Let me look in the kitchen. Oh my God!The food is all there! It was a dream...only a dream. But it was soooreal. I must be going crazy. Ma...be it's the wine?What time is it? Oh dear Lord! I've slept nearly four hours! It's onlya few minutes until midnight. The entire evening is almost gone.Wait...let me check... My bathrobe is still in the spot where I keep it. Hewouldn't have known where so it must have been a dream. I need somewine.What an intense dream! Imagine...someone. I can usually last a long time, but she was turning me on so much. She pulled her nipples so hard!! She can always tell right before I cum, so when I was about to shoot inside her, she quickly pulled me out and slid down my body, putting my cock against her mouth. She looked right in my eyes and stroked me with her hand, her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock. I was surprised and had not expected this, which delayed my orgasm a little bit. She wanted my cum now though and started licking my. I was humbled by her courage. Knowing what might happen she went ahead anyway.Terry Bowden was dead before the fire was set. He had no traces of smoke in his lungs, which of course meant he wasn't breathing. The fire had done enough damage to him that determining the cause was problematical, but the Pathologist identified broken bone and cartilage in his neck sufficient to suggest that he had been strangled possibly manually but more likely with a ligature. The case against Terry Bowden was. Ghostly hands appeared and served the first course. It was a light vegetable consommé. A bottle of wine floated through the air and poured a healthy measure of amber fluid into each of their glasses before floating away back into the shadows.Mavis looked around her, "Well, they think of everything."Once the aroma of the soup filled their nostrils, it reminded the old couple how hungry they were, so they began to eat. As soon as a course was finished, the used crockery and cutlery vanished into.