..” “I’m...?” “A babe, Mrs....sorry...Brenda.” He went an even darker red, and avoided looking at her. “Me...a babe…aaaahhhhh, don’t...be silly...who thinks that?” “We’ll emmm we all do, Barry, Andy and Clive...” “And you?” “Yea...anyway, I better get on” he announced, and before she could reply, he rushed out of the kitchen and disappeared from view. Damn and blast she thought, I was beginning to enjoy this...but then perhaps it was for the best, she really shouldn’t think about her son’s. You know you can not to look in furniture storage areas, which are obviously too small to house a liquor still. You can not search her vehicles nor open any drawers in any storage areas. Before you cut any locks, you must give her a chance to open them and I will make sure your warrant cover any other areas you wish to search. I think you can probably send half the deputies back to work other places, we are not going to resist." They are here because it is well know that your client travels. PART 4 – PREPERATIONBrooke White had spent the last five days laying on a gurney locked in the crammed fridge of Slater Funeral Home & Mortuary. She was the only body under sixty and the only female in the packed walk-in fridge. Brooke White never considered that when she died, she would be locked in a room amongst naked elderly men. Brooke’s green eyes were clouded yet remained open, she was completely pale, and the nipples of her large breasts were harder than they had ever been when she was. As I took it, our lips met briefly. We continued to feed each other in this tender, erotic fashion and as our appetites became satisfied, a hunger of another sort was fueled by the manner in which we ate. Whenever we would spill a drop of the bisque we were careful to lick it off of one another so as not to make a mess. After a while, it got so that we were spilling little drops on purpose. The warmth that had formed in my abdomen was becoming a raging fire and spreading throughout my body..