Intubated, CPR, the usual drugs, never had a shockable rhythm. The head injury was too massive to survive. Doctor Thatcher pronounced him after about ...hirty minutes of futility. There was no autopsy because the cause of death was obvious. His body was claimed by Carla.”“What?!” I gasped in surprise.“There was no next of kin in the computer. We’d have to pull the paper records to see more details, but that requires a written request, and needs a signature from someone at Doctor Barton’s level.. He started to get clever and stuck his finger inside me. He was swirling it around at first and then pulsing it in and out. I could feel myself on the edge and was about ready to fall until he dropped his boxers and in one swift movement, he slid his cock into my pussy, slowly at first and then picking up speed. I cried out in pleasure. The fantasy that I was longing for had finally come to reality. He held my hands above my head, and with our fingers intertwined, he pulsed deeper. "Chase! Oh. "you stupid bitch your taking me back!!" a male voice said. Then I heard Ravins voice. "Screw you Cody I found someone better then your bitch ass!!" as soon as I turned the corner he Awas raising his fist back. "when I'm done with you, know one will want you." I grabbed his arm and spun him around punching him in the face. I slammed him up against the wall and flipped open my knife and put it to his throat. "give me one good reason I shouldn't slit your throat" I said staring into his eyes. The suggestion of a nude nymph or two gave a piquant, even slightly naughty, touch to the room.Two waiters fiddled with setups at the far end of the dining room. Alone in front of the bar stood Mr. Z, arms folded across his chest, his face expressionless, as though he'd never met me before. Never mind he'd never been a cuddly guy or an outwardly warm father in his interactions with his daughters, but he'd at least acknowledged my existence before now. He'd even attended a couple of my games,.