He was small and had big glasses on, not the Greek god I was expecting, he and the others at the desks around him all looked like accountants. They sp...oke in Greek for a moment and she opened her purse and handed him some money, said our goodbyes and walked down the stairs and back to her car. “Do you like fish?” she asked, I was up for anything. The restaurant was on the beach, very near the office, she ordered for us and the food started coming on little plate, a taste of this, a taste of that. ”“I thought that you would be angry with me.”“Never babe, I love that you are experiencing new things.”“Even though I don’t or wouldn’t do them with you?”“Absolutely; how are your tits, still sore?”“A little, but it was worth it. Did you like the pictures that I sent you?”“Yes I did, I would have loved a couple of pictures showing all of your tits though,” I joked.“You know that will not happen though, don’t you?”“Yes I do, I was teasing you. What color lingerie are you wearing?”“I am only. I read on. The murderer had not been found. The reporter hinted that the Chief of Police knew more than he was telling, no surprise. Victim leaves wife (my mother), small son (me). Reporter finds wife tight-lipped, preparing to leave Cleaver's Mills permanently.I remembered almost nothing of this.Over the next few issues of the paper the story played out gradually. No murderer was ever found. The desk clerk knew nothing, had seen nothing, had heard nothing except the shot.That night in Room 17. In the previous story, I told you about my little affair, that ended abruptly, when the girl decided it is time for us to move on, and expected me to abandon my whole life for her, so I did something terrible, to get her off, and succeeded. But, well, it didnt all end well for me.The girl wanted to give me a taste of my own medicine, so she contacted my wife, and told her all about us, but I was the only one left out of this exchange of informations. So, last night, my wife went out "with the.