Or do you call it your pussy .. or your cunt?”She stood up reached under her skirt and with one swift move hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her...cotton knickers and yanked them down to her ankles. She lifted the hem of the skirt and standing with her legs apart revealed a thick bush of black hair which was ineffectively covering the lips of her dark labia. She stood with an expression of pride on her face as the voice gave an exclamation of admiration, “Oh Melanie, your cunt looks. I’m trying not to get frustrated right now.” She slowed her breathing. “I refuse to go to trial with this much reasonable doubt hanging in the air. I’m gonna let this k** go home, but I want active monitoring and I was deputy posted down the street from his house 24-7. I wanna know everything the perp does. When he takes a dump, walks the dog, or puts out the trash. Everything. Tail him when he gets in the car until he returns home. Is that clear?”“Crystal.”“Let me get Terrill.”“Thanks for. A pull to live in the fucking Midwest despite modeling opportunities that could have sent me to Italy… All lies. It was all you. Even my name. I don’t understand. All this… because of a note in a fucking safe? Why do I have tits and a monthly bleeding gash between my legs instead of a penis? Explain, dammit. And don’t bother with the lies. Seems like I’m your bullshit detector.”I shrug, helpless. The one truth I have, the only one I have, is the one I didn’t even know existed until this final. They grabbed some clip-on water bottles and a few other items and followed her out the door. There wasn’t much either boy could say, the fourth bike had been their father’s. He had often ridden it with them, right up until his death, one year and a week ago today.“Where are we going, Mom?” asked Toby.“Well, I hadn’t really thought about it, sweetie. Did you guys have any ideas?”Andrew repressed a grin as he looked at his brother. It would be Toby’s decision no matter what, it always was. Andrew.