“Did they appear to have been disturbed by a struggle?”“No, only what one would expect from someone getting in the bed for the night.”“Was t...ere any other physical evidence that you observed?”“No, the bunker was essentially the same as it was during our inspection yesterday afternoon,” Wilson answered now in a real sweat, as he could imagine them blaming Smith and him for the death.“That’s all of the questions that I have at this time. Remain in your room for now, as I am sure there will be. With their prize in sight, the Panthers’ practices were intense. Coach cut their sessions short by a half hour to keep them from over-peaking.Jake woke up with a start Wednesday morning. Something was nagging at the back of his brain. As he lay wrapped around Melissa, he tried to think what was so important about today. Nothing at school, no, it was not football - then it hit him, it was not the day of the week or even of this life at all, for that matter. It was the date itself. He had buried. I stopped him and stood up, I unzipped my hoodie and undid my belt in my jeans allowing them to fall to the floor. I was now stood in front of this lovely older man in my sexy lingerie, my cock protruding proudly from my panties. I knealt in front of him and kissed him again, now between his legs. I lifted his t-shirt over his head revealing and impressive body. I rubbed my hands over his chest and gently pulled at his nipples before moving down his body and unbuttoning his jeans, I slid his. Oh, well, at least I was able to contain my curiosity until after I got back inside the house.I opened the envelope, and what did I find? Nothing, at first. I shook the envelope and a small piece of paper fell out. On it was printed, "Meet me at 9:00 PM tonight." There was no signature, but there was an address. This was beginning to look like a sick joke, and I was starting to get pissed off. Okay, I would be at the address at the specified time, but if all I found was another one of these.