She was staring at me with a strange expression on her face and then she seemed to have made up her mind."Come on mom. You know it's not a he... and n.... It is not serious." Oh..." So it was not her perfume. In fact it was not perfume at all... I didn't know what to say."You don't seem to be surprised..."And strangely enough I wasn't. All of a sudden the penny dropped. All of a sudden many little things finally made sense. Standing there looking at my lovely daughter I realized that deep down I. The bearded man in the next bunk was from New Jersey.His name was "Parson". I discovered that was not his real name but that he was called that because he had been a church leader when he was younger and suffered a "defrocking" because of difficulties with a married church member.Parson was forever toting around a small pocket Bible with him and he would shake it at us when we were inclined to cuss a lot or to make an obscene gesture. I always found that to be most amusing because it was in the. As I held my hand over her cunt she pulled the cord of my robe undone. I stepped back to let her open my robe and slip it off my shoulders so it fell behind me, leaving me naked except for Kathy’s black lace panties. My Viagra powered erection was pushing the thin material far out from my body in a big black lace cone with my lust swollen purple helmet showing clearly through the lace. Julie’s eyes bulged with incredulity.“They’re Kathy’s knickers! You dirty pervert!” Julie gasped, but her face. It was supposed to be used as evidence in Logan’s trial. In the files were the medical and forensic records of Logan and his friends from when they were treated. The injuries confirmed that the lance was the cause, and the fingerprints linked it to Adrian.“This proves it, it was Adrian. Similar weapon, similar injuries, a motive, and the same target,” Hoffman said, holding up the lance. He tried to fold it, but the hinges were locked in place. The weapon was strong enough to be used for.