I already know I love the two of them. What I don't know, is if they can really love me. I can take care of them well enough; but what do I tell them,...and when do I say it?I came up with a good story. I wouldn't lie to them. I would just downplay things. I could tell them I didn't work, because I owned some rental property that paid for all my needs. Then I wondered what their reactions would be when they figured out that I was actually the owner of their apartment. That reminded me. I drafted. "Darling Freddikins!" she said in a cooing voice, at the same time suppressing a yawn. She was fond of the old boy, in a way, but was more used to the attentions of younger and more virile men. After her affair with Fred had lasted a few weeks she had almost forgotten what it was like to sweat till the sheets were wringing wet and feel totally exhausted after being shagged almost senseless."Can't I come to your house in Bishop's Avenue some time, Freddy, darling?" she wheedled."Not a chance,. Ed got up and poured himself a 3rd cup of coffee."I think that you better stay inside again today," he said, "I'm going to start rattling some cages and it might start getting sticky. It seems the police aren't considering you a suspect anymore, but I'm afraid that the men in the pictures might still consider you a threat to them."Betty agreed and said that she didn't mind staying in the apartment."Betty, I had Hy Symington come over last night. I looked at the picture of the other woman and I. I looked greedily on the assets she have and started to praise her about her inner beauty.I told her that I am the luckiest person to have you in my arms and in my life. She gave a sexy smile and asked to continue. I told her that its my turn to please her and touched her private area. She had very less hair there and I liked this amazing and erotic view. I dragged her to edge of the bed and spread her legs to have clear view of the heaven.I kissed her crotch and her body jerked with.