Tolerable." Oh, goody! She called me tolerable," I beamed in mock delight. "Although I was hoping for just a little more, I suppose I have to take wha... I get." Okay, fine. I like you. Is that good enough?" Much better. Now you just relax, and I'll have dinner ready before you know it." I started throwing together the ingredients, and soon the house was filled with the aroma of lemon and herbs.It took an hour for the chicken to bake after I mixed everything together, so I returned to the couch. It was radiant and had natural colors that declared it had never been bleached or dyed. Her breasts were mature and sagged slightly but that was to be expected because they were like artillery shells with perfect pointed nipples that begged to be licked and sucked. Going further south, I saw the outline of her pussy mound hidden under a soft clinging silk dress.It didn't look like she was partial to wearing undies."Claire Poindexter, Mr. (She paused to look down at my card in her hand) David. Have you ever been up in a barn hayloft?”“Um, no. That’s normally where the bad guy stashes his bodies, though,” she said with a bit of jest in her voice.“We’ve got too many old salt mines around here, no need to keep them above ground.”Beth hit me on the shoulder. “He’s kidding about disposing of bodies in the old mines. Too many hog farms around, you just pull the teeth out because they can’t digest those, and shave the head first. Hair burns, with a wicked smell, and of course, teeth can be. ‘She’s hurt, She’s hurt so badly.’ He cried softly, unashamed of the tears spilling down his cheeks. ‘I know,’ the nurse replied, ‘But she’s a fighter and she survived. Always remember that.’ Darren nosed. Then he leaned over to Clemmie and told her he loved her and he’d be there for her no matter what. After another few minutes, the nurse escorted him back to the waiting room. Darren couldn’t speak. His job was to protect her and he’d failed. His sister, may not survive because he got the idea.