This story start like most of mine. I started chatting with this lady on one of the well known hookup sites. I had been online for a few weeks without...much success until I started chatting with Jeanie. I sent her an initial email and then started chatting through messenger with her. Jeanie is about 5’3 and about 150 pounds. She’s your typical grandma shape, nice, soft and plump. Now Jeanies age may shock some of you, she’s 70 years old! She’s still married but husband is. After graduating from high school Claire was a lost soul, nothing seemed to excite her, she didn't really want to go to college, but she knew she didn't want to go into the family business either. She'd seen what that was like as her two older brothers were slowly entrapped and made to take over the day-to-day business tasks.Claire just wanted out. She didn't want anything to do with the gross and disgusting business of taking care of dead bodies, or the sad and sorry people who traipsed. But it was a mistake. And I apologize.”“And you know who the murderer is?”“Yes, of course.”“Who?”“Sister Claudine. It's quite obvious, really.”“But...”“And, of course, she has confessed to the whole mishap. And she is quite prepared to face the consequences of her actions.”“But... Sister Claudine? That's the girl we left with the victim just now!”“Yes.”“That's... bad,” I say. “We have to go back right away.”“Oh, nothing to worry about,” she says while shaking her hand at me. “Sister Claudine. ”“Surely they’re not that bad.”“They are,” she smiled coyly, and I said, “Well, my place is yours.”“As long as you remember your place, that’s what matters.”I nodded and she winked. After our beer, we walked to our usual intersection, and she kissed me and whispered, “It is a good size. I liked playing with it.”“The pleasure was all mine.”“I assure you it wasn’t.”“Yes, that’s true…”“And not just in that way.” She smiled and kissed me again and whispered, “It was worth waiting for, wasn’t it?”.