The detectives told me they'd let me know if they had other questions or if they found out something. They left, making me deal with a much more diffi...ult problem: Terry's family.I took a deep breath and walked back into the waiting room. I tried to ignore the looks from her brother and sister, but the glare from her mom really hurt. Since my parents were long gone, I had taken to calling her parents Mom and Dad. I knew that my unwillingness to discuss specifics would probably make me look like. The first I was aware of their presence was when one of them slid into the seat opposite me, blocking my view of the fire."Mo Clarke?" the guy asked, his accent telling me he came from back home, or that general area anyway."Who's asking and why do you want to know?" I replied. Whoever this guy was, I didn't want to speak to him. But I was just a little curious as to why he'd come looking for me. Look, the Fisherman's Arms ain't the kind of place strangers find by chance."My name's John. I hoped I could remember that when we started to have something to sell.I had no idea at that time how long it was going to take to bring in a crop, even a small one. It was likely that we wouldn’t even get a crop the first summer. I needed to get the Bamboo plants up and growing as soon as possible. I had the seeds germinate and sprout inside two weeks. I called the professor.“So Michael what it is time line for the Cranes to arrive here?” I asked.“Any day now,” he said “Why?”“To be honest. Dolly asked me if her friends might join us for breakfast at our home and I readily agreed, sensing a new wave of carnal delight in the offing. My intuition had never been more accurate. We took two carriages back to my home. Dolly ever the wanton bitch, pulled off her bloomers and then removed my prick from its confines, freeing it and fisting it with her hand and then her mouth. When she was satisfied I was as ready as I ever would be, she straddled me and I was giddily impaled in her slushy.