I have always been a slut anyway.I explained that he’s a friend, married and bi, when he’s horny he knows that he can stop by for either some quic...k relief or a few hours in the sack. He does prefer younger guys but I’m a good fuck and he takes advantage of that.We didn’t talk much more about that; he went to find a place for dinner. While he was gone I had two guests arrive, backpackers from England. They spent some time on their phones then went up to the dorm. He returned then went upstairs. With that in mind, we were going to question him before he had a fatal "accident."I fastened his hands and feet with nylon cable ties while Billy went to fetch the SUV. The alley was wide enough to handle commercial trucks, so there was plenty of room to bring the SUV down it. I dumped the man in the back on the floor of the SUV and joined everybody else for the trip to our home. We had left room in the garage for the SUV, and Billy drove in after using the automatic door mechanism to open. ’ The following morning, Aunt Diane’s Holden lurched into Maria’s driveway just after ten o’clock. ‘Hi Diane, Harry’ she said, pleased that she felt quite relaxed about having Harry in her home again. Harry too, she noted, didn’t seem particularly tense or uptight. ‘Tea or coffee,’ she suggested, and when that was organised she added, ‘Bring them into the study I have something rather exciting to show you.’ ‘Now look at these,’ on a table Maria had laid out perhaps twenty five or thirty. "He quickly dialed his brother's house on the closest desk phone. His sister in law told him that Mark had already left for the game. She also told him that when Peter hadn't called him one way or another, Mark had simply asked one of the neighbors if they wanted to go."You were supposed to be going to the baseball game?" Kathy asked Peter, not being able to ignore the telephone conversation."My Dad won a pair of tickets, he gave them to my brother and me," Peter explained."Now I feel guilty.