What would make a man lose it and kill his family?When I got home that night I greeted my family and hugged them. That night I made passionate love to...Lydia. I told her I was dealing with a murder and it was bothering me. I might be home late for a week or so till I found out exactly what had happened. She told me she understood.The days became weeks and the weeks became months. I was out of it. I stopped talking to Lydia and started spending my time at the club where the cops hung out. Looking. I had suspected for several days that she was totally naked under her robe and now it was practically confirmed. I walked quickly into the kitchen and said good morning to Karen going to the refrigerator behind her for some juice. When I turned around and saw her stretching out across the table with her robe riding high up on her ass I decided right then to take a bold step and see what happened. I put that juice down on the counter and pushed my boxers down and stepped out of them as I stepped. Of course the guys were not aware that she knew they were fucking her but this made here feel better anyway.She always knew who was fucking her , except for once when I made a substitute without telling her. And to this day she would kill me if she knew.We had gone back to our hometown for a school reunion of Cherry's and had ever intention of partying afterwards and picking up someone for our usual fuck session. While we were at the reunion Cherry had caught up with some of her school. The wretch of decay wafted horrifically into the room. I gagged and Cali quickly turned away to retch in a corner. Narrowing my eyes, I got used to the smell slowly with deep breaths. In due course, I started picking up different smells as the rot faded away. I wanted to ask Dana what the change was, but looking back I observed her helping a weak Remi out of the chair. I dreaded examining the room, but there, suspended by chains was the torn apart body of Christine. There wasn’t a way to be.