The other working girls were still asleep and so was Patcheye. So no one heard or saw anything. Other than the killer, of course.Cayuse and I, Marshal...Autry, and Doc Adams, crowded into Pru’s bedroom. No sign of a struggle — her body was lying face down with the back of her head stove in. Blood matted in her hair. A small puddle had seeped out from her severed wrist. The doctor said, “The hand was cut off after her heart stopped beating.”Not much to say to that.Pru was wearing a long wool. ‘Good. I much prefer you in ladies underwear’, she replied, still stroking him through the shiny fabric, adding, ‘and these satin pyjamas are much nicer to snuggle up to than a man’s cotton ones. But not only does wearing satin and lace obviously turn you on, it also makes you more docile; so tomorrow you will dispose of all your male underwear and wear panties all the time ? even to work.’ ‘But what about when I have to change to play squash?’ he asked, horrified at the thought of being caught. When would you like to come in?”“In a couple of weeks, Mr. Grossi’s granddaughter will be in town. A lunch meeting on the 22nd would be perfect.”“A lunch meeting would indeed be perfect. I have to be in court during the morning. This is just about setting up a Delaware corporation and an Illinois DBA, so it shouldn’t take too long. You’ll just need to sign your name a couple of dozen times. Bring a copy of the business plan, if you don’t mind.”“Thanks Mr. Jacobsen,” I said. “Joyce and I will. But still, I stopped at the medical store. I brought an ‘ipill’ for her as I wanted to cum inside her pussy. So after some time at about 8:10 am. I reached her home and parked my bike. From the parking I text her saying that I reached your home and I’m in the parking.She replied, “When no one is nearby just come inside I have kept a door open for you.” There were few people around me and I was waiting. They left after some time. I started towards the way of heaven. Yes, my sex goddess is.