“Where the hell were you last night?” she asked as she pulled her hair back into a hasty ponytail.“What do you mean?”“I came by last night a...nd you weren’t here. Remember me telling you I would come by?”“OH. Yeah, sorry about that. I completely forgot. I went out with a friend and didn’t get home until late.”“Well anyway, I met your new neighbor.”“Megan?” “Yeah. Say, did you know that she has a cock?”“Yeah I knew that. Better questions would be how do you know that?”“Well she saw me here last. There was no awkward period of ‘what’s on TV’. When the door closed behind us, he pulled me into him and started taking my clothes off. I returned the effort, working on his belt and shirt. I remembered the movies making this look so smooth with hardly any interruption in the passion. It wasn’t that way for us, we were clumsy and struggling, but when we were both completely naked, he pulled the covers down on the bed and guided me into the center. I parted my legs for him and he crawled between. They had parted company only a hundred yards from the girl's home and Scott surmised it was after this that the killer had struck.The absence of a real police force and things like forensics was an obvious handicap and one he took a mental note to try and correct as quickly as possible. But that wouldn't help bring this killer to book for his crimes. After several weeks of investigating, Scott was none the wiser as to who had carried out this terrible act.One of the other things he remembered. "Alan said, "Nice house, now why are you selling this?"Donald said, "This house has Susan all over it. I do love Susan but Iwant to make a fresh start with Regina when we get married, I feelespecially after recent events I can't get a fresh start with Reginain this house. Is this the right decision some men would probably sayit isn't but I believe for me it is."Eric asked, "What happened?"Donald asked, "Do you know about this last time that motel woke backup?"Eric said, "Of course and we got.