.. umm ... amorous, don’t mind us. We REALLY don’t mind.”After some hemming and hawing, Dad finally dropped the subject and returned to driving....As we were driving up Gracey’s street, I said, “Remember, Dad, you and Mom have to be clothed when we get back from practice.” I paused a beat or two, then continued, “Or not. I’m sure that Gracey and Liya wouldn’t mind,” and then grinned maniacally at him. Rhee just about busted a gut. Oh, if only he knew that all four of us wanted him.Dad blushed at. He was thinking that he sure could use some company right at that moment. Then, he heard a low scratching at his door and he knew right away it was Rachel who had slipped away for more loving while her husband was practicing his "hell and brim fire" routine for the Sunday morning crowd. She was smelling all squeaky clean and shaking with excitement when she whisked inside his door. Before he could even say "Good evening, Ma'am" she had taken off all her clothes from the waist down and stretched. The knife's not much. A 3" kitchen parer. No prints. Some chewing gum stuck between the blade and the handle, for whatever that's worth. And that's about it." That's it?" That's the real evidence. Gillespie was stabbed from behind as he bent over the table, probably looking at some papers. The knife entered between the third and fourth rib to the left of the spine. It cut the aorta and the left pulmonary artery. He may never have realized what had happened. No one in the building saw anything. He walked up, shaking his leather jacket off his shoulders and throwing it on the shelf before entering his room. There she was, dressed in her usual work clothes that emitted the faint but lovely smell of machine oil. It was a smell he could never get enough of, clear evidence of the hard work she put into everything she did, be it boiling coffee or building bottlecap mines."What are you doing here?" Couldn't sleep, thought I'd come over. You weren't here so I made myself comfortable and.