“look Bessy, please, don’t be offended if I ask you a few questions about something I know happened with one of my sons, and don’t be afraid to ...e honest.” Bessy looked pensive, so Muriel reassured her, “your job is not in any-way at risk, in fact I don’t know what I should do without you, your part of our family in a way, you and Hodges and of course Mary, though being disabled, her wits are not much, but she`s as much part of the running of the place as yourself, but I need some information,. The morning funeral was a small private church ceremony for family and friends. The funeral was for Sarah Turner, the granddaughter of Mr Sims, a 12-year-old fan of Mary’s, who died of leukaemia only last Monday. This was the real reason for Mary’s hot-footed visit from the States to our war-torn islands, quite secondary to the disappearance of her husband.It was only in the grief of her death that Mr Sims was prepared to do anything for Mary in his granddaughter’s memory. I had not realised. "How was your first time, with my mom?" she wondered.She was getting on my nerves, she wasn't Roxanne's daughter, I would have quit by then."It was great, we made love to each other, and it was passionate. OK, are you done?" I wondered."She told me that you masturbated with her dildo, is that true?" she wondered.I sighed quite deeply, that was something I had become embarrassed about. I knew it played a role to get Roxanne interested in me, to start our relationship. Although, I didn't like. “Who,” Brandon with good to ask her, normally I’d be supportive of someone calling someone else out on a bluff. “Me actually, never left today and was waiting for your message,” I tell Emily as I step into the science lab,” Going to be much longer?” “Where the hell did you come from,” Brandon asks, awww he still doesn’t like me. “Somewhere cold, dark and unforgiving,” I respond turning my attention back to Emily where it should be,” Want me to pull up my car or shall I walk you out?” “Walk me.