Where do you want him held?”“Please detain and transport to Chandler Municipal Police. You can file the additional charges and they will be taken ...are of when appropriate. At least one female victim is not expected to survive, so this may turn into a homicide.”I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.I ‘pushed’ the Deputy to request the names of the female victims. (It appeared to everyone to be just a simple ‘request’.)After a short pause the dispatcher came back, “A one Martha Bingham. Doña Maria was the mother of Antonio Ruiz de Costa, first Colombian ambassador to England and my ancestor." He pointed at a second painting showing a strikingly handsome young man. "That's Antonio. He married the sister of Drew's ancestor, Eleanor Carter, the daughter of Admiral Sir Anthony Carter and his wife Harriet."That third painting showed a lively, red haired woman of perhaps twenty-two years, perhaps not beautiful, but certainly very pretty even by today's standards. She had a laugh on. My fingers gripped the sheets and I bit my lip to keep from moaning,’ Daniel, you aren’t afraid of being disturbed?’ I asked him, as I jerked myself back to reality enough to know there were other people in the house besides us, thus my reason for being so quiet. ‘I’m not worried, they can’t see us under here anyways,’ his breath was on my neck again and his teeth grazed it. As his fingers delved deeper into me, those beautiful teeth sank into the tender flesh of my neck. My eyes rolled back. Scott spent yesterday angry and woke just as angry and was still a bitsurly. He had wanted to spend Summer with his father only his mother hadsaid no. Summer would have meant more pizza dinners, even a little tasteof beer. Scott liked the idea of taking a shower whenever it suited himand sitting around in his underwear. A truly masculine environment andnow it was gone.Instead, he was smack dab in the middle of women again. Daily baths,clean fingernails, ears and clean, clean, clean! The SISSY.