I was going to changeright then and be in my dress when I made the tea." I stammered, knowingwhere this was leading."Chrissie, I asked, where are you ...ow?" Kitchen." I beg your pardon?" There was now a hard edge to Eve's voice, one thatheld menace."I'm in the kitchen, miss, in my baby-doll, miss, sorry, miss." Sorry does not begin to describe how you will be. Now, I'm off to backto my bed. I expect you, in your pink maid's dress, nothing missing,with my tea, in 5 minutes." Eve stepped back into. "Gwen, my friend. Please come in." I invite her. "just ignore the men, they are hungry." I warn her as she eyes Saul chuckling at the stove and Nimrod wiping his eyes."I see." She looks around timidly. "If this is a bad time..." Never." I cut her off with a smile."Please, Gwen dear girl, come in." Nimrod stands and gestures to a seat. "Join us." Thank you." she smiles shyly.I am not used to seeing this side of Gwen. She is close to 6 feet tall with beautiful long blond hair. Her stature is that. . other than the greeting cards and the murder method with its sadistic, sexual overtones. Further checking found no deviant sexual behaviors noted and no scandals or reasons for blackmail.One thing Bahn did take note of; the regions of the murders went from west to east and ended in Montreal. If that pattern remained true, the next murder would take place somewhere east of Montreal. But where and to whom?Having done all he could do at the computer for now, Bahn made a haphazard effort to. I am married, and your mother is my best friend. I'm afraid she would hurt me if she knew I had seduced her boy."I protested that it was o.k. and that Mom and Greg never needed to know. Claire agreed that whlle Greg was gone this week, we would continue our "fun", as she called it, but then it was over.Then Claire aded, "Bill that was so wrong of me. You are so young. Also, I have never done that before, nor had anyone do me the way you did me. It felt so good, and so right, but I know it is.