Jon, you are my husband and the babies' father, so I want them to get to meet you in person. I don't want to have to tell them stories about you becau...e you went and got yourself killed by this church and its fanatics. Myrna, Sally, and I have been talking and they all feel the same way I do. I have talked to Quanta, and he agrees with me, we should put off the trip to the temple for now. Jon, the doctor did an ultra sound and it is as the shaman said, two boys and one girl. Sally started a. She slidin beside him and I on the other side of the table.As we drank our cocktails and made small talk my wive's hands slowlyworked there way under the table to his leg and other regions.It wasn't long before he did the same and surely to hisdelight did he find what was amiss to her atire. With a prearrangednod from my wife I suggested we continue the evening upstairsin our room. His approval was self evident as he hastilycalled for the tab. On the elevator ride up my wife was kindenough to. Fran had checked whether any investigations had taken place aboutthe suicide. Apparently, there had been no suspicion of foul play and thevictim had been very depressed for several weeks before the suicide.There had been a history of instability. I would also take a photo of our suspect, dressed as Jilly, to all thevenues that I could think he might have attended. I wanted to find anyonewho could give us information about his activities.Great news, later that morning, Megan had been offered the. I called a favourite restaurant and ordered a table, then rang for a taxi; I didn’t want to drive; I felt like sharing a drink with Jay. I went and knocked on my neighbour’s door. Jay seemed to answer almost immediately. He looked so gorgeous. In ways he reminded me of my son. He looked so tall and handsome; with a kind, yet very vaguely sad face, and beautiful eyes.Jay smiled and invited me in. He kissed me lightly on the cheek and put his hands on my breasts."No," I said, removing his hands,.