As for Angel, I know it wasn't a kill shot, so there is a chance he is still alive."The next question Phillip asked was one that he had been hesitatin... to ask since everything started. "What about the White Queen? Where is the Assistant Head Mistress?" That Field, is the sixty-four million dollar question. No one knows."Looking at a distraught Year Two, Phillip continued, "Boom-Boom, were you the last to see the White Queen?"A sleepy Boom-Boom nodded, "I think so. I left her about an hour. Not in that neighborhood.They climbed the stairs past the entrance gate to his door. He fumbled with his keys, possibly indicating his lack of sobriety, and finally opened it.The man's place was a dump. It reeked of old socks, and a stopped up sink, and all manner of cheap living. The rooms were filled with papers, and magazines, mostly dirty, and empty beer cans and wine cooler bottles."Uh, the maid, uh, couldn't make it today." Jeff lied miserably."That's okay. I like the lived in look. Lead. ‘I better go.’ He stood up and kissed her good-bye. When she started to get up he put his hand on her shoulder. ‘No stay and finish your sandwich. I’ll make it out the door. I love you. Bye.’ ‘Love you too hon.’ The driveway was a long path guarded by rows of lush green maple trees. Sam drove his maroon truck down the drive smiling from the after glow of being with the love of his life. Before turning on to the road he caught sight of Maybelle Brown and nodded in greeting to her before turning. He has two fingers inside me as he flicks my clit with his tongue. “You’re so wet!” he mumbles, loud enough for me to hear. I put the phone on mute as my moans become louder. I was so hot for him, I didn’t care about anything else. Dad had my clit exposed and it resembled a small nipple, it was so big and hard. “I gotta cum so bad!” I yelled to him. “I see that,” he said with a smile. “Grandma, I got to go. I love you. Tell mom I love her. Talk to you later.” I disconnected the call as dad.