I would hope those wounds were inflicted after her death." He sighed. "They are practically the same injuries that the poor lad at Wilsford displayed,...given the difference in gender." Wasn't that devil worship; is this another ritual killing?"He looked at me in astonishment. "Why would you suppose this, or the previous killing, was carried out by devil worshipers?"I told him what Rector Proctor had said about consecrated communion wafers being found at the site at Wilsford, with the remains of. "Three crises delayed my departure, leaving me no choice but the food court on the main floor of my building. The fast food didn't agree with me. My stomach rumbled all the way over to Zenellis's building and up the elevator to the penthouse floor. Even if the conversation was boring, the view would be spectacular.The midget receptionist sat outside a row of mahogany doors and greeted me with the same voice I heard on the phone. She didn't recognize me from our previous encounter, or pretended. --As he rung the door bell Robert was expecting Chelsea's mother to answer the door. However he was surprised to see a man open the door and began examining Robert from head to toe. Though the man's eyes seamed to linger a bit longer than necessary on Robert's lapel pin. Robert had almost thought he got the wrong house. As least until the man asked if Robert was Chelsea's date.--Robert took this moment to introduce himself to the man and confirm he was Chelsea's date. As the man looked Robert. I figured this was a guy who lives an undercover life as a gay, and has a straight office job by day. He had hairy legs, the blonde hairs were sexy, and a hairiness about his abs as well, that I liked. His muscular chest was coated with hairs too.His cock was what drew me to him though. Flaccid when I saw him, it was still about six inches long and circumcised. As an uncut Paddy I have always liked the aesthetic of the cut cock. His cock hung over a fine set of low-slung bollocks, my favourite.