He screwed up and got caught. And suddenly it's my fault."It was my turn to shake my head."What is the schedule for when we get there?" I asked."I wan... to go by the house," Carrie said sadly. "I need to stop and see if the fire department found anything. Then we hit the insurance company and the bank."The rest of the trip was spent singing along with the radio, joking with one another and telling funny stories.The joviality ended a few blocks from Carrie's house. I could understand her. ’” I glare at him. “Sorry Emma. Just trying to lighten the mood. I know you feel like all the eyes in this bar are judging you right now, but they don’t know you from Julie Soap, OK?” I nod. He’s right. It’s not even like I’ve tried to dress sexy or anything. I’m in jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt. If – God forbid – I bumped into my mother she wouldn’t ask any awkward questions. Yup, it’s my take-it-or-leave-it outfit. If anything I’m pretty marginal for this place. It’s a hotel lounge in. The woman he spoke to said that her friend was a recluse, not professionally active due to an extreme negative reaction to what she described as ‘an unacceptable mediocrity’ around her, and was last known to be woodshedding a project involving string harmonics. Apparently she was working on a recording of multi layered harmonics of the six string electric bass and the double bass. It was unknown how she was earning a living because she had sworn off teaching or doing any gigs. Bob told the. A few seconds later it rings again. It’s taking more an more strength to maintain my composure and ignore it but eventually it stops ringing.I strip off and rub my tip up and down her glistening vulva. She tries to push back against it and impale herself on me. I pull back and slap her bottom so hard it echoes around the room. She yelps. “Not yet I’m still playing.” The phone vibrates. It’s a text message. I have a voice mail. I check the messege.“Hello ____” can you call me back please.”I call.