”Norma retorted, “Then you lose the bet. Gimme 20 bucks.”“Shit! Ok. A bet is a bet! Let’s go in.” Jack grumbled.“Hi young lady. Can we g...et a coffee here?” Jack started with one of his standard pitches.Nirmala looked up – a man and a woman in business attire. “Cream and sugar, Sir?”“The creamier and sweeter the better, Honey. Maybe we could get a cherry also?” Jack threw the last part in for a laugh. He heard Norma snicker.“Cherry? We don’t have cherries, Sir.” Nirmala replied getting out 2. ?Well today’s about cock,? I said. ?Oral, vaginal, anal, or manual. Your choice.??That’s what we’re here for,? Tracy said, unzipping her leather jacket. ?Let’s get at it before I get a stain in my leathers!?Anita and Tracy followed me into the barn and down into my lair. We were all greeted by the sight of Lucinda bobbing up and down on Kevin. Her wrinkled sagging breasts slapping about as she took her pleasures from him.Needing no invitation, nor words of encouragement, Tracy stripped off her. We pulled the bodies out and carried them to the backyard. Pat showed us where to dig a grave. We found shovels and a pick and began. Before we started digging, Dad told Pat to pack her things because we would leave after the burial. She nodded and went inside.We managed a four foot deep hole and laid her parents side by side in it. Pat came out and put a few things on their bodies. We filled in the hole and packed the dirt at the top. Dad said a prayer. Pat cried quietly.We went around front. “Then that is all to your advantage,” Billy continued, “as I hear Braxton-Clark has many worries pressing on his mind.”I knew financial problems were liable to be troubling the Braxton-Clarks, and I asked if lack of cash was his worry.Billy laughed. “No, it is a more personal problem. Matilda has a friend, a Missus Thatcher, who is a Housekeeper at Windsor Castle. It seems Braxton-Clark has been spending much time there, trying to inveigle himself into the Life Guards.”I nodded; this was not.