”“Two,” I grumbled.Making me strip in the living room, I tried on the new breathable Kevlar boxer-briefs.The thin layered and padded Kevlar t-sh...rt had patches of stretchable material in the back, sides and around the shoulders for better movement. Otherwise, the material would be too stiff for a full range of motion. All of the articles were in a dull black material. I bet they were non reflective too.“Turn around.”I did.“Well damn. Were you ever a model?”“NO, I was never a model!”“Shame I’d. And this technically is a medical emergency on my part," she said reluctantly."Does that mean you need my help?" I asked.She gave another long pause, "Just as long as you PROMISE to be mature about this, and that this will be our secret." Of course mom, I promise." Good. Because I'm starting to feel that burning sensation between my legs and I may need assistance. Wait here a second..."I held in my excitement as my mother went inside her tent and came out with a fresh towel. She unfolded it and. At least, the way the blood spatter on that wall and portion of the ceiling were consistent with what I’d expect to see if he had been turned that way. CSI would be able to tell for certain. I shook my head. Kat looked to be the first victim, but that just didn’t sound right. Cartwright was a sizeable man, why kill Kat first? Also, if Kat had been killed while Cartwright was in the room, normal human instinct would be to turn toward the disturbance, not away from it. It just didn’t seem to add. For a moment she seemed lost in thought, then she turned back and said “I don’t know. I guess it’s because the bar is the place that people go to when they find out their spouse is cheating on them.” Her lips pursed and she blinked back tears that threatened to spill over her eyelids.The pretty young lady, showing concern, slid over to the seat next to Katie and said “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”“It’s alright. It kinda feels better to talk about it you know. I haven’t talked to.