Although the knife I used was not theusual one. I can't remember, I don't know, what happened to itafterwards. I went back after dinner to look for my...lipstick, andas I found it Coralie came up looking for Janet Saggren. I don'trecall seeing the knife again. I only saw her briefly, in passing,but Coralie certainly didn't have a knife then. "But Grace de Messembry seemed already to have lost interest in theknife. "Sophie dear, I don't expect you to have a scullery maid'sobsession with the bar's. There's not much point in feeling guilty about something I can't control.And then she noticed the loose dog hairs in various part of the bed.She picked up one of them and looked at it curiously, her eyes narrowing with puzzlement. Had Handsome gotten up on the bed some time during the night?But one of the hairs was a lighter color--almost gray-- lighter than Handsome's fur. It was very puzzling. She shrugged and went into the bathroom to start up the shower.The warm spray felt good cascading. Lynn - Jane’s older sister, twenty-eight years old. Slightly above average height and solid build with a trim figure, dark brown hair, brown eyes, nice sized firm breasts, good looking. A very nice person but known to hold a grudge for ages.Mark - Lynn’s husband, thirty years old. Above average height with a slim build, dark brown hair, brown eyes, good looking (I’m told by the ladies), with a dick 200 mm long and 65 mm wide.Mary - Barbara’s oldest daughter, eighteen years old. Tall with a slim. She could have sat there forever... "Come on," Marc urged, standing up. "Keep me company while I make some more."She smiled up at him. He was really quite a man, she thought. Pure, raw, male animal, and she was... well, sort of attracted to him. Not that she was going to do anything about it, of course. She was married, and so was he. Hands off! Private property! But that didn't stop her from helping him mix some more rum cocktails, did it? Not at all!"Love to," she replied. She rose.