I owe him my life." And then you hired Drizzle," I suggested, not wanting to linger on the subject of Bludgeon.He shrugged. "What could I do? I didn...t want to see them; I didn't want my nieces in the house, but I couldn't just hand them over to the police. They would have hanged, after all." And then there would have been the damaging publicity?"He waved a bandaged claw in the air. "No, Henry. I didn't care about that. I'm a reclusive man and my family's glory is in the past. I might. I was in heaven. I opened my eyesand realized he was naked also and sporting a very hard and gorgeous cock. I stared at it and started jerking off. I wanted it but didn't say anything. Finally he pulled me off the bed and onto my knees putting his throbbing cock right it my face. He told me, "spit on it". So I did, he stroked and stroked with one hand on the back of my head he gently pushed into my wet mouth. I couldn't take it all but i swallowed what I could. He was loud, moaning and groaning. ‘Then,’ he spoke softly with a little flair, ‘so shall it be, and I will strive my hardest to make it a unique emblem of your love for her worthy of her extraordinary beauty. I thank you, sir, for the opportunity to serve you in this way.’ I turned to Christine and found her watching with great interest, dumbstruck at my idea, impressed with the man’s declaration, and with her one hand at her throat as if touching the pendant for herself as were it already adorning her. She looked up at me. Normally, I only used two or three of them on viewing days. The big crew, I used as drivers on funeral day. They drove the limousines, and the hearse. They provided the expertise needed to handle the deceased in and out of the hearse, the church, and of course at the grave yard.Angelo was dressed to be an attendant. I guess he was sent over to keep an eye on Mrs. Williams. That was alright because I had planned to ask if he could possibly suggest a solution for the problem Amy presented me.I.