I thought of Jean up in bed. I sincerely hoped Jean was sleeping deeply.She writhed and twisted in pleasure as if attempting to escape from us, moanin... out loud, her mind swollen with pleasure, her orgasm total. She had become utterly uninhibited, had abandoned her body to us completely. But it was his name she called out, “Oh God, Mark. Oh-my-fucking-god!”And then she rolled on over onto her back while breathing hard as if she had just come up for air after a free-dive to record depths. When. “What could I say? They know NOTHING about any of this. Not a thing. I’m only telling you because you already know quite a bit about what’s going on. But it’s only you, Elyse. Nobody, and I mean nobody, knows I was involved here in Chicago. Bethany, Stephanie, and in a minor way, Jennifer, knew I was flirting with this kind of stuff in Milford. But that’s it. And it needs to stay that way.”“So you really think Scuderi killed Littleton?”“I’d take that to the bank,” I said. “He’s a trained Outfit. I’d never stop you.”To my disappointment, she didn’t take me up on my offer and just restated she wanted to go home.I called a limo for her, and walked her to the door, then found her hesitating to just leave like that.“Having second thoughts?” I said, then instantly regretted my words.“No,” she said apologetically. “I’ll see you around at school, okay?”I nodded to her, understanding her real meaning was she would have to think about it and might accept my offer later if she felt better about. Once she was wearing a cool top a skirt above her knee. I loved her very much. I used to help in house hold activities.Once she was cleaning our cealing. She used a ladder to climb up and tried to clean it up. She told me to catch the ladder. As she climbed the ladder and was trying to clean the cealing, I saw her beautiful legs.Ten i saw an unthinkable sight. I saw her up skirt. She was wearing a pink panty. My hands began to tremble. She put her one leg on a cupboard for support. I was.