"No. Yes." I sank down on the toilet seat and rubbed the top of my head."My deepest apologies for frightening you, Chica." He sounded amused. "I thoug...t you would hear my entrance. The door of this sanctuary squeaks so." What do you want, Senor?" I asked."You."I could hardly believe the sensuality he managed to project into one simple word."Please, Senor," I begged, gasping as my pussy twitched."Please what, Little One?" You know." Bring you some lemonade?" No, thank you." A cookie, perhaps?"I. Oh, my darling Douglass. We would have been so happy if only I had not been so horrible to you! If only you knew how sorry I am and how much I love you!" Let me up!" she said out loud, although not imagining for a second that she would be released. This had obviously all been arranged for some time. She wondered how many of these people were members of the film crew! Probably they all were and the whole thing had just been a cover for this dreadful scene in which she was shortly to be killed. And I have loved it."I sat there fascinated, as Catherine talked of her life. It seemed to answer several questions I had."Grace, I have never told anyone this, but there were also other women in Greg's life. His sister for one. And there were others. But because of the times, and his personality, he was never as open about it as Michael is. He became involved with some of the women to help them. The others I don't know. But he kept them all from me," Catherine said sadly."I learned to shield. As the water cascaded down my body my mind went over what had happened during the night and I got a raging erection. I stroked it a couple of times but decided to ease off. I got dressed then went downstairs. I was surprised to find my mother in the kitchen, in her dressing gown, sitting at the table nursing a cup of black coffee. She looked terrible. I was apprehensive but she just grunted when I bid her good morning. She complained about her hangover and asked where my father was. Thinking on.