"It was after tea time when the taxi dropped us off back at the cottage. We were laden down with groceries, books, rubber boots for us both, big fluff...y bathrobes, slippers which neither of us had ever owned before and were mum's idea, two bottles of the finest champagne to celebrate our good luck."Hey, Terry look."I went into the living room, and she sat there transfixed in front of the television set."Satellite!" she yelled and clapped her hands. "We've got satellite." What are we going to. I put my hands around her ass, started slowly massaging. She didn’t get up. Then I put my hands on her boobs; still no response. I took the daring step next. Planted a kiss on her lips, then slowly inserted into her track pant and then inside her panty. I would touch her bum crack. That was an amazing feeling. Touching the beautiful bums I always admired. I put my hands inside the panty for sometime as any further movement would awaken her. I could see minor movements in her face but she didn’t. We had coffee and had a chat about the massage, procedure, and stuff like that.Once done, I asked if she was ready. She said yes and asked me you will be professional right, this is my first time with a male measure. I promised her that I will be professional and asked her to change to inners and cover herself with a towel. She said the massage will be in the guest room and she will call me inside in a few mins.After about 10 mins she said could you come, I went inside and she was lying with. She had been hit by a car. There was a grainy picture of her, and it was the same person. So who was the woman I picked up Christmas Eve?. She had no relatives that could be found, and had just split with her boyfriend hours before. In spite of extensive Police enquiries no one had admitted to running her down, or was even a suspect. She was buried in our local church yard, in an unmarked grave.I uncovered several archived articles about the case in the local paper. The local Vicar took the.