The living room is covered with blood everywhere. There is blood spray on the far wall, there is blood on the living room couch and all over the coffe... table with a large pool of blood at the feet of the person who is underneath the sheet.“How long has she been dead?” I ask.“About 12 hours. I’m assuming that you know who is underneath the sheet,” the Detective says to me.He takes a corner of the sheet and pulls it back. I’m stunned, so much so, I head outside to puke my guts out. I lean over. “Jack?” I say staring blankly at my reflection. When I hear his grunt I continue. “I’m gonna need your help.”“Grrr,” he says in a pretend growl.“I need you to spray me off with a hose so I can get into the house,” I explain.He sits up and smiles at me with his mouth closed and his eyes squinting slightly. “Oh really?”He stands up and walks towards me, pausing only to pick up his discarded clothes. “I might could do that.”“What kind of grammar is that?” I ask. I begin unraveling the hose.“Summat. I see... in your eyes..." He continued in much the same way until he suggested she share some wine with him.After she began to feel a little woozy from the alcohol, Signor Garcia then asked her if she had a boyfriend, was she a virgin and whether she'd let boys 'touch' her. He began to snort, not unlike 'the Father' when the priest had molested her 4 years ago. But this time Benin didn't feel revulsion. She felt sorry for the depressed man and wanted to cheer him up. It was then he'd offered. The neighbor to the right has a good sized in ground pool and the women of the house, all 4, were out there… and the mom and youngest daughter (I would put her at about 17) were on their backs and topless. Billy smiled, shrugged and then said quietly to me, “Yeah that might have something to do with why I want to spend more time outside on the back porch.” We laughed. The ladies were in no hurry to cover up but waved and lay back on their chaise loungers and soaked up the sun. Using a couple.