The police still have not issued a statement except to verify the dead man was Senator Creel. All inquiries to the White House have gone unanswered."T...he scene changed to the same newscaster standing by a desk in the studio. "That was the beginning of the story of the death of Josiah Creel. Acting on a tip I hurried to the home of the late senator and found him dead. I immediately called the police. We have received a tip there were two, and I quote, 'Arab looking persons' seen fleeing the scene. ” I tell the mysterious girl as I hand her the pack of cigarettes so she can take one for herself.“I’m Lara by the way.” She tells me as she takes the pack of cigarettes from me.“I’m Tobey. I’m guessing that you’re one of my neighbours.” I say turning my attention back to my beer and cigarette.“Yep, the attached one.” She tells me, the houses in this neighbourhood are semi detached meaning one side of my house is attached to another house while the other side isn’t. “What is this?” Lara asks. The two boys entered the house almost bashfully, looking at one another, wondering what was going on."Have yourselves a sandwich," Joyce offered. "There's going to be a little party, just the six of us."The brothers sat on the floor near the coffee table, taking a sandwich and eating. They looked at Bobby, who was still feeling their sister up beneath her dress. Shari came over and sat between the brothers and immediately placed her hands in their laps. Both boys wore pants, and their faces. The right hand then dives down onto her clit, furiously rubbing. The little nub throbs. 'Oh. Fuck. The orgasm is coming. So. Close.'Unfortunately, right then she feels a weakness in her knees and bladder. Her asshole loosens, and the streams of piss she didn't get out in the toilet freely jet out. Miss Margaret looks dead at her, watching, oddly. Her voice slows down but she keeps speaking the lesson. Her face is noticeably red. Sounds of drips hit the carpet.Isobel's hand slips and lightly.