I’m sure now that I had to slap my jaw shut when he answered the door. “Come in, come in,” I stammered. “Welcome.” I was actually shaking a... here was my dream younger black guy in front of me. I thought for sure that he would make some excuse and leave — as I am lean and strong but nothing muscular like this and could not hold a candle in looks to this black Adonis. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted. The Prime Motivation takes precedence. Miss Berger? Mr Kirby? Would you be so kind as to be seated? A presence is required on only one of the couches, but since you two are here we may use both. Miss Berger, if you have transportational experience you may drive. Mr Kirby, please be seated to Miss Berger's right. Miss Berger, please be seated to Mr Kirby's left. Thank you." Oh, please, Ship." Simone spoke up. "I can drive a conventional wheeled vehicle, but I have limited experience. My former. She hadn't expected any from this group, but she wanted the air clear."I know Chelly, but I just want you to know that I love you so much and appreciate what you did personally. I know it had to be really hard for you, and I feel you Chelly." I appreciate everyone else too," she said looking at each of the girls. "I want you all to know that it's my intention to share at some point because I know we all love each other and that it won't cause any problems. I also know that none of you would. "Could she really believe that I had something to do with Peter Sharp's death?" I thought to myself. But before I could say anything, she went on."As if you didn't know!" She spat at me."Carrie, the last time that I saw Peter Sharp, he was trying to find your tonsils out in the car park." I pointed out. "That gave me enough reason to want the arsehole dead, but I don't go around killing people or arranging for them to be killed. When did this happen anyway, he was healthy enough when I last saw.