Look, it'spretty clear you boys aren't involved in this in any way. This isn't thefirst homicide case we've had with this M.O. in the recent past, an... weknow from your travel records that you're both only recently on theisland for the first time. It's pretty obvious your only involvement isas an unfortunate coincidence. However, we still need to officially beable to remove you from our field of inquiries, so... could you tell mewhere you were between 4 and 5 pm this past Saturday?" Oh jeez,. They would have been appalled and I would have been grounded for like forever. After that, every night at about the same time I would stand by the lamp and undress. It was like a saucy little private game that only me and Mr Bolter knew about. Sometimes I would touch myself, stroke my hands over my titties, down across my smooth flat tummy and feel my little nips get all hard under Mr Bolter's riveted gaze. I looked forward to the tease sessions and I wondered how Mr Bolter felt about them. . I was sure she wasn’t thinking of the darker things that swam through my head. “Absolutely, I’ll be right over.” I slapped my cell shut and quickly searched the house for my swim trunks. Finally I found them and ran across the street faster than I’d ever run. I got to the house and rang the doorbell. Nobody answered. This is the right house right? “Over here!” I turned to see Lillian peeking around the side of the house. Oh fuck! Her perfectly toned, tanned body was exposed to the afternoon. I took her through to the living room, as she admired the elegance of the house along the way. There I opened a bottle of my favourite Moet & Chandon champagne, and we sipped from tall flute glasses as she set out her designs on the oval walnut table. I looked through them with unfeigned interest and appreciation, our heads close together and our hands frequently touching as one or other of us pointed out various details. Then she offered to show me some of them, modelling them herself, if I.