For the next couple of months life settled. The deceptive bastard that life is, I was lulled: busy with work and Sia’s outside interests; at the vag...aries of a teenage girl’s sexual rhythms; and, occasionally, dating Alia. Spring was being displaced by early summer, heat slowly building, nature blossoming, flourishing.May was a challenge, my world rocked yet again.On a mundane Tuesday morning Sia emerged, dressed for school, and complained she didn’t feel well. That night she was snarky and. “Sanjay has just left for work,” she said softly.I swung my legs out of the bed from under the covers and stood in front of her. She looked down at my erection for a few moments and then took hold of me. “Where do you want to fuck me?” she asked. “The bed here or the one in mine and Sanjay’s bedroom?”There was no contest. I know that I shouldn’t have but I said, “Yours and Sanjay’s bed” I responded eagerly. “I want to fuck you there.”There was something different about fucking a woman in the. I was a person of interest. The coroner finally removed her stiff lifeless body onto a gurney and zipped the body bag. Now it would be days of waiting for autopsy reports. Her death, ‘under suspicious causes,’ hit the paper and, naturally, I was the last to see her alive and a person of interest. When the autopsy report went public, the coroner reported natural causes, a burst aneurism. The police cleared me of any responsibility. Well that meant nothing to my clients, they all paid for. She had received the text from Judi during one of the brief periods in which she had her phone on shortly after she and Helen got back to the Coach House that afternoon. Neither of them had made any attempt to contact their former boyfriends since the events of the previous afternoon, and both of them had turned their phones off by tacit agreement, apart from occasional times to pick up messages and skip hastily past the voicemails and texts that covered a spectrum of emotions from angry to.