I was totally confused, like why suddenly dad was asking me to go and hand over the documents that too only after the arrival of Shobana aunty. I was ...hinking like he could have told me before so that I could have handed over the document and would have reached home early. But now I was confused and smelled something fishy happening.So I decided to spy on what was happening. So I made a quick plan and executed the same. The plan was simple. I started from home and parked my car at the end of. ”“Huh? What?”“I always take my shower just before I go to bed and I haven’t had one today. Would you mind washing my back?”I had adjusted the water spray just right when I felt a tap on my back, “Well, here it is. Not quite what you expected, is it?”I looked her up and down, “Well, it looks like you must have the tits of a fifty year old, not a teenager. No, I wasn’t expecting the fresh firmness of a teenager, either. I’m surprised you have a bush down here,” I rubbed her pussy mound, “I kinda. Ben mumbled a greeting (a half-hearted ‘goomornin’) and went straight for a box of cereal. He lazily splashed some milk in a bowl, grabbed a spoon, mixed the contents and began grazing like a cow from his place at the edge of the breakfast table.His father, Peter, looked up from his newspaper just long enough to give Ben a once over and frowned slightly. He was a big man hardened by a lifetime of construction work and outdoorsy activities. That his only son would turn out to be such an. I think we've found our suicides, though."Steve entered the room, and closed the door behind him. A slender young man lay on the bed, his wrists sliced open, a large dried bloodstain under each one. The cuts on his right wrist weren't that deep, but he'd carefully cut the veins while leaving enough tendons intact to let him slice the left wrist to the bone. Death must have been quick and quiet, because all the blood was under the wrists, not splashed across the bed.There was a note on the.