"I do love you," assured Misty breathlessly as she pulled back, "More than I've ever loved anyone or anything." Thank you," Miranda replied, brushing ...er nose against Misty's, "I never grow wary of hearing that."Misty nodded slowly, the feeling of safety in Miranda's arms making her wish the courier could hold her forever. "If I wasn't so tired I'd show you just how much I love you," she assured, kissing Miranda teasingly, playfully nibbling her bottom lip."That's okay," Miranda assured,. "Mary Sue's eyes lit up."Can you tell us where it is sir?" This was more than she had hopedfor. She had expected that they would have to search a large area,looking for tell-tale clues of a grave.Mr. Olson smiled at her. His whole face changed when he did that. "Ofcourse my dear." He paused for a moment, looking devilish. "I can drawyou a map to where she was buried the first time." He did not continueafter that, almost as if he was waiting for them to pick up on what hehad said.He was. We have a one storey house and our rooms are on different sides of the house so she thinks i can't hear them when they fuck, but i can. And it drives me crazy. I always end up jacking off to the sound of them. At the moment, mom doesn't have a boyfriend. The last one left a 2 weeks ago. I didn't ask why. Every thursday night, mom works late and I'm home alone for a few hours. I normally take this time to go into her room and jack off into her panties. They are all super hot and I love the smell. Fame changes people.”Amelia thought about it. “You really are clueless, Mike. I want to sing, and maybe write music, too. But, I only need an audience of three; Mom, Dad, and you. I don’t care about anyone else.”Eggs sizzled when I cracked them into the hot frying pan. The toaster popped. I turned the sausages in the second pan, browning the other sides.“That’s what almost every celebrity thinks before fame hits.”“Mike?” Amelia paused, waiting for me to look at her. Her face was very serious..