Where exactly do you live?” was my delighted answer. “I’ll write it down for you” I rip off a piece of paper from the register, grab a pen and...hand them to her. She leans down onto the counter and rests on both elbows. Her upper arms are pushing her tits together creating some awesome cleavage, I swear I can see the inside edge of both nipples She writes down her address and says, “It’s right across the street from Circle K, next to Tony’s place but up the hill, at the end of the road.” Looking. Stan Gleeman our retired detective did what the police didn't do. He asked among Brian Hathaway's neighbours and found one who could state unequivocally that Mr. Hathaway was putting out his rubbish bin at ten fifty. I also had firm evidence that he hadn't left the pub until ten thirty-five. Now the victim's house was two miles from the pub and was just over a mile to Brian's home to go there from the pub, throw the incendiary and then get home for ten fifty meant that Brian Hathaway would have. "The bartender set a shot of something and a glass of beer in front of her. She tossed back the drink - ugh, bourbon - and chased it with a gulp of beer. Bubba, she thought, your hangover in the morning will be a beaut'. She shuddered. Nasty stuff."Are you going to forgive me or toss me out on my ear?" she asked."I dunno. Depends." On what?"He giggled. "I fergit." When you remember, please tell me. I'll do whatever it takes to make us a husband and wife again, a family again."He gazed at her,. "Go fix your bike, but dinner is going to be ready in about twenty minutes." This means we can't fuck until after dinner, doesn't it?" Cathy said in a disappointed voice."I'm too hungry to enjoy it anyway," Richie said."Can I come along and watch you work?" Cathy said, starting down the hallway as Sandra headed back into the kitchen."What, are you fucking insane? It's freezing in there. Bad enough I have to freeze my ass off doing this. Just go back in the living room."Cathy paused, gave him.