She put her hand between her legs and ran her finger up her wet slit, sliding it between her labia. A little strand of sticky juice clung to her finge... as she pushed her skirt out of the way. She licked her lips, and raised her finger to her mouth, but before she could go any further I took hold of her wrist and gazed at the glistening juices. She let me guide her hand towards my own mouth, and I pressed her finger against my lips before opening them and sucking gently on it, relishing her. He sat on his bed drying his feet and thinking about Elizabeth Clagett and her missing arm. He could see her torn body on the rough boards of the bare kitchen floor, but he could not recall what the woman had on or the exact date of the crime. Much like this, he thought, chilly but not yet hard frozen. He remembered digging the pit where they buried all three of the Clagetts; mother, father and young son. His nephew had been there, his deputy at the time before he went off to serve with the. When he had arrived at the place where he could finally view the opening of his own lodge, his eyes came to rest on a sight that filled his heart with overwhelming gladness. Willow was bending over the cooking fire, stirring at something that she boiled on a cooking skin. It was all that he could manage not to throw off his large back quiver and his travel packs and run the remaining hundred paces to take her into his arms. As he came closer he saw his daughter sitting behind her mother,. I considered the information. How much should I tell Anna Maria? Would she be upset or frightened if she knew the manner of her husband and his brother's death? And what of the money that had mysteriously appeared in her account? I sat in my office for some time, thinking of how I should deal with this situation.The Maraj domicile was away from the water on a hill at the north end of Calva. It was a ten minute walk from my office to Anna Maria's casa, although the hill was steep and I was.