Do you understand now honey?”“Yes Momma, can Bob have sex with me now and make my skin go away?”“No sweetheart, Bob is much too large for you ...right now. In a few years when you become a woman, maybe you can ask again. You might get a different answer.”“Well Bob, what about Motarn, you said he didn’t pee, but something came out of his penis and if it wasn’t pee what was it?”“Well Bob, I guess we should show her what come out. Huh?”“I guess.” I was in way over my head with this. I had gone along. “Of course! We grilled his wife pretty good. She has twenty kids in her 9th grade math class for an alibi,” revealed Cook. “The only better suspect in a murder is the butler, of course. The butler always does it.”It was apparent that the detective was a talkative guy, if not overly bright. I reached into my fridge and pulled out another beer and offered it to him.“It’s too bad you couldn’t find a motive for the murder,” I mused as I handed him the cold brew. “It’s usually money, sex, or. Ancient history, weapons, military texts, writings on foreign lands and cultures, and foreign languages were some of the many subjects he pursued. He was also especially fond of tales of rare, mythical, strange, or dangerous beasts and far away unsettled lands. Sitting here in this room now, alone, Silmaria was filled with mixed feelings. She was angry and sad all at once as she glanced around the room. The dust and disarray, the way the tomes and books were disorganized and out of place on the. I know you won't want a woman old enough to be your mother, but other men here would want me just for my skin colour. Don't just forget about me, I beg of you."The request seemed entirely reasonable to David and so he said, in a kindly tone, "Pull your knickers up and get down from there. If I don't use you now, will they whip you again?" They might, but that depends how you speak to me and what you say to them," she replied."Well, if I fuck you now would that help?" said David, curious what.