Miss Ethel had asked her in for tea. Who had tea in these modern days? Let alone in that neighborhood. But Miss Ethel did. And she talked to Naomi abo...ut the whole sorted thing as she called it over pots of the strong brew that required both milk and loads of sugar to make it bearable. Miss Ethel had filled in many of the blanks about the case, about her early life from the woman. Things that were not in the police report. Because of course the police ‘knew’ it was the husband that always did. A unique experience for her: which my sexy wife was obviously enjoying a lot. She was sweating a lot she was already quite wet, I knew. And on the other hand my erection was reeling with sexual anger.Whatever, those two muslim tailors continued playing with my wife’s breasts, consuming as much of the milk as they could suck from her breasts. Time seemed to be frozen, as it were! They inter-exchanged their positions and thus continued to savor the lactic nectar from her breasts, by turns. Her. "My GOD, how is she doing this? What is she?!" asked Wolfgang wonder as he watched the slaughter below him.It was only then that he realized he may have pushed her past a point with all of his relations and that she might not recover from it. Of all the people he fought over the seasons she might be the biggest danger to him yet, and she wasn't even a Battlemage!And he had no way to stop her it seemed if magic didn't work and martial weapons couldn't stop her. She killed anyone who stepped in. “When was this? Was there a full moon that night?”I shrugged. “I dunno ... is it important?”“Please, Tom!”She didn’t call me Tom-kun, so this was obviously important to her. I pulled up the web on my phone. “I think I remember when it happened ... lemme see...”While I searched, Eudora turned to her daughter. “What do you know of this woman, Shepherd? Did she forsake a spiritual upbringing?”I looked up. “Oh, I can answer that! When I saw her a couple days later, she mentioned that she was.