She put her fingers right about at her belly button. "Right about here, please." "Of course, I shall make it all feel better, no?" "You always do, dea... Elise." Mich began massaging her stomach, and she was very gentle, I knew how skilled her hands were. She rubbed it, but her fingers seemed to start slipping well below the stomach, and eventually she was caressing her just above the edge of her panties. "Is this helping Mistress?" "Yes, yes, it is, you are so skilled Elise." "I thank you for. I sped home through the dark night, expecting to find a quiet house, everyone asleep, and me with a little solitude on my hands. I had taken to reading erotica any time I was alone, so I was pretty horny, just thinking about bringing myself to orgasm. I knew as soon as I walked in the door that something was wrong, because I heard music playing, and muted voices. Both the teenagers should have been asleep, as it was a school night. I walked quietly to my teen daughter's bedroom, expecting. "Red." Red?" Martine asked me."Huh?" I wondered what she meant.Martine took the bill and turned it over. She reached into Natalie's purse and took out some lipstick. It was red. I watched her write the word 'red' on the back of the bill.I slowly watched the word fade out of existence, and then back in again as I concentrated on it. "Wow." I think I'll keep this, Carter." Good idea."Later, on the drive home, just outside Sacramento, in the early afternoon, from nowhere, I just thought, and then. I offered the detectives lunch, but they declined.Kimmy, Elyse, Michelle, Jamie, Ted, and I all went to the Gretzky room to eat, leaving the ‘Lemieux’ room for the detectives to assemble the staff as they filtered in after lunch.“This is NOT going to go well,” I said quietly.“I agree,” Jamie said. “Elyse was restrained. Some of your folks are going to be downright nasty if they get even a whiff of the police suspecting them.”“So what’s your advice?”“I’ll talk to them before the police do, and.