"For heaven's sake, will you two be quiet before the neighbours hear you and call the police!" I pleaded, putting my arms around them in an attempt to...calm them down. Both had tears running down their cheeks from laughing so hard, four young breasts and nipples were smeared in blood, and the tangy odour of fresh urine filled the room. I could see the headlines now... Elderly Man Arrested Last Night in Horrifying Bloody Sexual Attack on Two Innocent Young Girls. No, wait. Good-Looking Man. I'm going to try and find out who that other woman on the CD is."Betty looked at him, "Why are you helping me? Aren't you getting yourself in trouble?"Ed thought for a minute, "I really don't know. I am sure that you had nothing to do with Bynum's death and I can't figure why he wanted you followed. You seem like a very nice person. I can't picture you having anything to do with Bynum. This whole situation bothers me. Something is not right with the whole mess and I can't put my finger on it.. Afterward, she invited him back to her place, an invitation he gratefully accepted. Upon entering her home, he noticed a guitar and recording equipment, which instantly excited him. That she was a musician was something she had not talked about that night. Being a musician himself, he was extremely turned on by this. They made their way to her bedroom where they started kissing passionately and groping eachother. He could feel her soft breasts filling the palms of his hands and her nipples. She reached into a sideboard and withdrew an album, “would you like to see the pictures?” she placed the big album on the table, and they sat, to peruse the rather graphic and well-thumbed pages. “The first set were taken” she said, “by my Ernest, as I was used, the second lot he took on the Monday night of the marks I was left with… just hickies but Ernest loves them says it proves I have been used” She flipped the pages 6 or7 into the album to pictures of her throat, and a breast both well.