She didn't like it one bit. But the worst was yet to come for her... I recorded Danielle and I fucking in the same bed that Courtney and I slept in. I...edited it to make it shorter and I sent it to her. Three times. I recorded Katie and I fucking. I sent it to her multiple times. I took screenshots of the messages that I had between Danielle and Katie and sent those to courtney. I still had all of the sex toys that Courtney left behind. I dressed Katie up one day in one of Courtney's outfits and. Then he used three on each arm held out straight from her body. In another setting, she would have felt almost comfortable, but she knew he would start torturing her soon.For the next thirty minutes, he used different vibrators, a huge butt plug, and nipple suckers on her, teasing her body to the brink of orgasm repeatedly without ever letting her cum. She begged and pleaded, breaking out in a sweat from the strain, giving him the desperation she knew he wanted from her. Sliding rubber bands. My jaw must have dropped six inches when the name Claire Poindexter jumped off the page at me. My live-in ghost told me she was still living in their parent's home over on the North Shore.It was almost too easy to be true.Since most of Priscilla's former lovers would be either pushing up daisies or in a nursing home, we both decided that Claire would be the best lead even if she wasn't guilty.I looked at the almost mansion on the shores of the Pacific and all I could see was dollar signs. This. Craig had genuinelycried when they were consoling Diana. He hadn't known Cecil long buthe'd been a sensitive soul and a sensitive lover. Maybe it was becausehe was a woman now and could express his feelings without that masculinereserve holding him back.Diana was relieved now that the body was removed, but now she facedanother issue. Alice wanted her out and was determined to see itthrough. With Cecil dead, Diana's hope of her continued existence hadall but gone.It was then that she saw that.