”She nodded. “That’s fine. Just wanted to add you in case you did. Probably good that you don’t, because I’d likely end up stalking all the ...irls you were friends with.”I frowned at that, only because it made me think of the reverse. “Not that I mind, but do you have a lot of guy friends online?”She shook her head. “Nah, not really. Certainly no one I was ever interested in. A lot of them are either a friend’s boyfriend, or possibly more of a family friend I know from our parents being. She stood upright again and lean back her head and began to slowly wipe her neck with the facecloth as if it was lover caressing her with kisses. She leaned forward again to rewet and rinse the cloth and, as her ass jutted out, my tongue involuntarily started to pass my lips. After the facecloth was wrung out, she held it her right hand and raises her left arm so she could wipe the sweat I so wanted to lick from under her left tit. She placed the facecloth in her other hand and washed away the. Her belly was also bloated with water so police thought that she was drowned then strung up by some pervert. After the autopsy, it was discovered that the water in her stomach was distilled drinking water and that she had died by hanging. Apparently, her assailant had knocked her out with chloroform, poured a few bottles of drinking water into her mouth, distending her abdomen. She was the stripped and presumably molested and fondled by her killer. Finally, she was hanged from her neck while. "Well let's face it; he was a belligerent drunk who went looking fortrouble. I'm not really that surprised," Michele responded and sippedher drink."You heartless bitch!" Polly hissed."He used to be your lover." Yeah used to be. Then he became a petulant, jealous arsehole. You sawwhat he did to me at Pink Pussycats, and again in Pompey, and again inNaples; and even on board here. We had to sack him for fuck sake!"Michele replied."Yeah but he didn't deserve that!" Polly cried."Really? Ask.