.." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a...lot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to the page she was reading. "It's a good book. She had good taste. Ah haven't read too much 'fore but this is good." Margaret looked at her, and Abigail looked into the corner of the room. "Ah'd want a telly really, but..."Margaret. Mitch has re-entered the room with the two glasses. But he stops as he sees Blackie approaching me. Blackie stops his sniffing, perhaps satisfied that he knows the source and looks at me, then he seems to recognize Mitch’s presence and looks at him, also. I was still watching Blackie, but glance to Mitch when Blackie does. He has been watching us closely, a look that is different on his face, an expression of curiosity, intense interest, and … yes, I think lust, renewed lust. But it doesn’t. “Why don’t we go upstairs to the bedroom, there is something I haven’t told you about Sam.” I grabbed Mandy’s hand and led her upstairs. Mandy asked me several times, “What?” as we climbed the stairs. I had Mandy sit on the edge of our bed and Sam over undoing his belt. “You remember what you told me about Rod not being, how did you put it, big?” I pulled Sam’s pants and underwear down exposing his semi hard cock. “Sam is not small.” “Oh Fuck, Taylor Damn!” Mandy whispered to me. “I don’t. She said she was glad they could release the accounts to me and that she was very sad for my loss. I’m confident this was the same woman who was an absolute cold fish the first time I met with her. What I was sure of was that I needed to make a mortgage payment on Grover’s house and having funds to work with made it much easier. I ordered paper copies of all activity on Georgia’s accounts for the previous year, explaining that I did not have access to the online information and wanted to get.