I knew she sometimes did evening photo shoots so may not be at home, but perhaps her housemates would know where she was."Hello?" said the tall blonde... The accent was 'epper clars'; the sort of pronunciation the Queen uses. She was exquisite (the blonde, not the Queen), there was no other word for her. She was as tall as I was, though she was wearing heels. She was slim, perfectly proportioned, and wearing impeccable make up, a designer casual form-fitting sweater and tight jeans. Her hair. I love a stud, because my best lover until you, my Dad, was a stud, which was how he always made my Mom so hot for him. I wonder if she ever suspected it.Anyway, he started fucking me after finding my boyfriend's condoms, and he told me to keep screwing my boyfriend, but let him show me how sex was supposed to be."Matt was stunned again- his wife had once fucked her father! She had committed incest- not exactly something condoned in the Torah. She had lusted for him, had fallen for him, because. I planned to see the film with Helen. As I was making salad the baby woke up and started whimpering. I knew. She soiled her diaper. When I lived with Maria (she died in the hospital in a botched up operation) I learnt how to change diapers. Her daughter who had a baby daughter (I will write about them later) taught me how to change them. In less than three minutes I changed her soiled diaper. I warmed the milk by holding under tap and ran the hot water over it. When it was sufficiently warm I. “Lord ... I mean, Terry, I don’t date. You’re the first man I’ve spent non-working hours with since ... well ... Tony Blair was PM when I last dated, and that didn’t work out at all.” She laughed at her admission, but it was a sad laugh, and I decided to let her decide when, or if she would share more.“Here is what we know...” She talked for almost an hour, going over every shred of evidence that connected Deirdre to the actions of her husband. The details were impressive. MI6 had kept close.