The same night, by hearing of her moaning, I saw from a hidden place that she masturbated (by fingering) herself with her 2 year old daughter deep asl...eep beside her. Seeing all things, I suspected her and planned not to go office. Next day I pretend to go for work at night, but returned soon and entered the house from back door. Now my sister was unaware that I am at home. To my extreme surprise, a Hindu stud with dark eyes, tall, well built in dirty cloths belonging to lower class entered. Heath was allowed to stay home from school to attend the funeral. That was a bit of consolation since Heath hated getting dressed in a suit. Wearing a tie was really the pits. But he knew he had no choice. The viewing was held at one o'clock with the funeral at three. Despite his interests in the macabre, Heath really didn't want to go see a dead man. Still, he obediently followed his parents as they got in line to file past the casket. He had no idea what he would say to Hillary Balkut. He pulls her in the direction of his truck, it was a big four by four, it was lifted about six inches, and he had to help her up into the cab. He climbed in the other side and started the engine. The roar of the engine sent a shiver up her spine. He smiled as they pulled out. He drove them to a local sports bar, and they sat in a back booth, separated from the loud group watching a football game. They ordered some hot wings and he ordered them beer. She didn’t like drinking beer, she liked the. R419 J2U, A419 JTU...Was it R419 J2W or A419 JTU?Steven couldn't remember. It was gone, slipped out of his thoughts like every number seemed to. He slumped down. Why did he have such a poor memory? Why couldn't his stupid brain remember numbers?The girl lounged on the big bed in the main bedroom of Dr Pemberton's spacious home, a converted farmhouse a little way out from the hustle and bustle of the town centre. The doctor appeared in the doorway. A smile was on his lips and a strange light.