D. in the whiskey vat?” I inquired. She giggled. “Oh yes! The alcoholic… that was easy.”“The fat man, you fed him to death?” She simply ...odded.“Why kill?” I was confused.“Oh, my poor Mr. Tarakan, it is all very simple. Insatiable wife with rich, aging, impotent Congressman husband, meets virile chauffeur, gardener, pool boy, and the occasional maid.” She stopped, and slowly licked her rich, red lips, “You understand.” I did, and my crotch was catching up fast.“Why me?” She laughed, “Pure. I cleared my throat and her head snapped towards me and I saw the rifle.I hesitated as she looked at me and then back into the bottoms. She slung the rifle and dropped to hang from the platform she was on. From there she caught a thick rope and slid down and turned towards me. Her eyes searched mine and the area around us as she started walking, “you are not allowed to be here.”I blinked, “I am a guest of Leopold Sar Urr Nas Liious.”She blushed, “that is grandfather.”I gestured towards the. More

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