Trust me, I've got tons of them!Have you ever been trapped in a lift?I have.Now think about it. A lift is a small tightly contained box with very litt...e air. When it breaks down between floors, you can't help but panic. And when you panic - or at least when I panic - my tummy starts to go a bit funny and yup, I end up blowing off. Lots.Thank God I was stuck in this lift on my own, because I would have been really embarrassed if there were other people in there. One after the other I was letting. I watched with a crying heart as Jimmy's hands stole under my wife's dress and slowly removed her panties. I watched as my lovely Catherine positioned herself on the couch and opened her legs wide for another man. I watched as Jimmy removed his clothes and slipped between her legs. And I watched as Catherine reached hold of his large erection and placed it between her submissive thighs. My heart died as Catherine wrapped her lovely legs around Jimmy, and then kissed him deeply. And only then,. So last night it had been Kate who had come calling. He remembered the early part of the evening. She'd arrived about seven-thirty, thirty minutes after the shop was closed for the night, and he'd prepared her a meal of stuffed pork loin, homemade horseradish applesauce, and steamed asparagus. Both of the Crawford females absolutely despised seafood at this point in their evolution. After dinner they'd had a few more drinks while watching one of the new release videotapes that Jake had shipped. I might have to take some notes. I loved Karen and all, but the wait staff at the Lodge might take some pointers from the crew here."Spill," I told Zach after our wine had been brought out."I was able to find out a few things from various people I know. Doc Mathews is keeping his mouth shut but I know a guy in his office. He's examined the body and has a preliminary cause of death. He won't make an official ruling until the lab has finished checking for drugs and stuff, but it looks like Steven.