God knows I look at my stepmom with lustful eyes here and there. Anyway not that he’s the sharpest pencil in the box but this morning he seems more...aloof then normal, didn’t think that was possible. His face buried in his laptop I figured it must be porn when he agreed I should put fire ants on his pancakes. So when he sprinted away saying he has to fine his wallet I took the opportunity to see what the big deal was about. My first thought was what the hell is this, my second was who in the. “The autopsy of Nathan McAllister has been completed, and thank you, by the way, for requesting I be the one to perform it. I always need more nightmare fuel.”“You’re welcome, Connor. So what’s the verdict?”“Nathan McAllister died from...” he consulted his notes, “I’m paraphrasing, you understand. Multiple deep and ragged incisions, probably from claws, blunt force trauma, and three bites that removed an estimated seventy-five pounds or so of flesh from the victim.”“You can’t narrow it down. "I'm Luke," he said."Katrina," she replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you." He listened as her voice seemed to caress around the word "pleasure"."I think the pleasure will be mutual," he said.He reached up and used the backs of his fingers to lightly brush over the exposed mounds of her cleavage. She broke out in goosebumps at his touch and her breath hitched and shuddered.He looked out over the dance floor and then turned to her and put his mouth near her ear."I like to watch the dancers. I. The man turned to shake Luke’s hand and said, ‘Way to go stud! Hope YOUR week-end is good!’ Still bewildered, Luke made his way off the stage and over to the ‘clearing house’ register. The volunteer manning the table beamed up at him as she handed him the paperwork, ‘Sit down and fill these out. Then you can get started on that $25,000 week-end!’ Luke signed off on the form and stood up, looking around over the people standing nearby. He looked back at the lady sitting at the table, ‘Any idea.