“Are you the one who called us?” I ask.She frowns just a little. “No, sir,” she says.“Very well,” I say. “We'll hear what you have to sa..., but there isn't really any need for an investigation here, is there? Sister Claudine murdered Sister Mary, and I'll be taking her to the police station shortly.”“But you can't,” she says. “She didn't do it.”“Is that so,” I say. “How do you know?”“Because I did.”-She tells me her side of the story. How she was here in the room with Mary and Claudine, how they. Maybe I got my hopes up too high, but now I'm really feeling down. I don't think I'll ever truly understand men. Look at the mess I made of all my marriages."Tears were welling in her eyes. It was a sight Ben Ryan was no more able not to respond to than any other man. He took his hand in hers and said:"Maybe you've just made bad choices," he said. "There are millions of men out there who adore you. The right man must be among them." Maybe," she sniffled, "but with my track record, I don't know. Mom and dad gave me a hug. Dad then whispered that he did notknow what to do. This was totally weird for him. Mom whispered that theyshould be there for me. There was silence and then dad whispered that heloved me.I had the best parents in the world.It was now weekend, so I spent all Saturday practising to dance. I mustadmit I was having great fun. I decided to sing and to do a bit of tapdancing. I danced before a mirror and sang. Then I looked at the film ofhow it was done there, and I tried. We kissed and fondled more and I got aroused again. He was pushing my hand onto his cock and rubbing my tits. This was good. He slipped his hand under my skirt to feel me and I held my breath. Was there any cum from the other boy still there? He groaned as he rubbed his fingers through my lips. “I’m so horny and wet” I said. “I can feel it. You’re drenched” he replied. “Been waiting all day. Don’t waste it” I murmured. “Where’s your pants”? “Surprise; they’re in my bag.