Why had he laughed? He’d surprised himself. Blake was not amused. “Most people called him Chuck. He was shot in he back of the head and found arou...d 11 o’clock pm last night. Our primary suspect is Blythe. Leander Blythe, the bar owner. His wife probably played a hand. We can’t seem to turn her up either. ” “Was there a clear motive?” Asked the young man, keeping his voice even. He needed to redeem himself from his recent blunder. Up until then he hadn’t dealt with anything worse than a. “Oh, God, yes,” moaned Rose and Natalie’s lips sucked and nipped at the soft flesh, before pushing her onto her back and folding her legs up. When Natalie’s fingertips combed through her trimmed pussy hair, Rose bucked her hips up and Natalie laughed and then began slowly stroking her, enjoying the control she felt over the larger woman. “Oh!” she yelped in surprise when Natalie reversed her hand so that the backs of her fingers and her nails dragged up over her moist lips, the middle-most. " Just like you were with her last night?" I'm sorry I lied about that, but she was who I was talking with just now. Do you want to call her to confirm it? Would that make you feel better?" No, but it's a sad thing when we both think I would have to just to believe you. And when I came home?" Nobody. It was nobody important. Just some stuff about the Women's Club meeting schedules. That's all." That's the trouble with lies. Once you tell the first one you have to continue and sooner or later. They all turned to stare as Tristan passed.Some of the older children fell into step with Tristan, making a small procession as he made his way across the main square to the Town Hall. He walked up the steps. A guard nodded and pushed open the door, ushering Tristan in. This time as he walked in, most people stopped what they were doing and looked up.Morden was seated at the same untidy desk with maps and communicators scattered about on it, presiding over the same chaos as the first time.