‘I’ll know more after that.’ Kaminski grimaced. ‘Hell, Alex—’ Goodwin leant forward aggressively and tapped his fingers on the rectangular... table. ‘Look, what else can I tell you, Brendan? You’ll have to be patient like the rest of us. This is a delicate fucking operation, you know.’ The Homicide cop backed off. ‘Okay, Alex. I hear ya.’ Goodwin thought back to Turner and Wilson’s broken relationship. Why the fuck had he allowed himself to get drawn into telling Brendan Kaminski about. Not bothering with the bikini, she slipped her clothes back on and went in search of food. After getting a long, appreciative glance from the first man she passed in the lobby, Madelyn remembered that her shirt was slightly sheer, making her nipples quite noticeable as they rubbed against the fabric. For the next half hour she enjoyed lustful looks from multiple men and two women, and felt the thrill of subtle exhibitionism. It was a nice ego boost. When Madelyn had eaten, she wanted to strip. You going to do anything about it?" she said, finally wrinkling her brow and showing some signs of concern. I guess I had on a—what—thoughtful look."You should be mine and mine alone, April. God, how I want you right now. But, you're not mine. You're his. And—we—I—think it is just too sad. My underpants, tented but a moment before, no longer were. I rose, gathered my clothes and started dressing."What are you doing, Finn? What are you doing!" she said."I'm dressing. I can't bed you knowing that. Celia was at the door, crying and calling for Janet, who apologized to Jillian and Charles as she rose to deal with her personal drama, hopefully not drawing the others too much into it. It was a bit of a mood killer, but that was forgiven, because this was a very real moment for someone that everyone present loved. Besides, everyone had cum already at least once, and more could wait until after the situation had been resolved. They were far too worried about Janet to think of their own.