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LadyEmeraude said:
I only had meant, I will continue with my further posts later, or something like that ; Please post whatever you like, I just hop in now and then...:)
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I wonder then if everyone else was waiting for you too? :D
 

I was feeling amorous one night and patiently waiting for my wife to come to bed. As she entered the bed, my expectations rose to meet my duties as expected. As she came over to me, I waited for those wonderful words the would fulfill my night.
She whispered in my ear…Honey, scratch my back so I can get to sleep….:(
 

Pappy said:
I was feeling amorous one night and patiently waiting for my wife to come to bed. As she entered the bed, my expectations rose to meet my duties as expected. As she came over to me, I waited for those wonderful words the would fulfill my night.
She whispered in my ear…Honey, scratch my back so I can get to sleep….:(
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:unsure:..........🤨..........😏.......... :)
 
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It is good @ Pappy ;) you see Cousin Arthur in this story, he loves to snuggle
with his wife Lorraine under the stars at night. They will be arriving at this family
reunion, probably tomorrow, possibly they can stay in the Cabin here that also
has a hot tub. He can scratch her back and visa versa, being an amorous man
and husband. We hope to see you at the family dinner Pappy, probably tomorrow
after the funeral for Aunt Millicent..
 
As the questioning continued, Aliyah, the youngest member of the group, called out, "You need to know about David. We think he's been shot!" Aliyah then explained the phone call but didn't mention the letter. Detective Savage asked, "What was so important that Willow needed to rest without mentioning the shooting first!?"

Savage turned his head to Detective Crusher, and without a word being said, Crusher walked to the bottom of the stairs. He paused at the stairs, and both he and Detective Savage looked at each member of the family in turn. Crusher then went upstairs to find Willow's room while Savage continued questioning the family.

By this time, Willow was in deep conversation with the family lawyers. They had a list of the contents of the chest in the attic: a huge bundle of letters, three shoeboxes of photos (some from the Middle East), seven necklaces (one with a huge, high-quality Colombian emerald, two necklaces were thought to be ancient and from the Middle East, and a human skull, a vial of poison, and a diary written in a language nobody could decipher. There was also an assortment of ribbons in the chest, of various colours.

Uncle Jasper, a reclusive hoarder known to collect oddities and curiosities, had apparently amassed a collection of dubious items. The diary hinted at Uncle Jasper's involvement in a secret society that practiced dark rituals, and some in the family feared that he may have been a cultist. Some of the contents of the chest were sealed in smaller boxes.

The lawyers had two letters; one of those letters mentioned the sealed boxes, of which their contents list was sealed in the second letter held by the lawyers. The first letter stipulated that the second letter could only be opened on the authority of Aunt Millicent.

Suddenly, Willow could hear footsteps outside her room. It was Detective Crusher...
 
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hawkdon said:
But only the SHADOW knows !!!!!!!!
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Meanwhile, in his penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park, NY, Daniel Makison-Smythe smiled. He could just imagine them, all flocking to the scene of the crime to shed their tears over the dearly departed who, in truth, they all despised. Funny to think that if Millicent had been a poor old thing, she would still be alive. Such a temptation when one is perceived as being worth more dead than alive.

Daniel poured himself another tot of whisky and why not? After all it is an occasion. He stood in front of the windows which run from floor to ceiling, from wall to wall and raised his glass to the city below, the smile grew wider as he toasted to "Aunt Millicent and the perfect ending".

Oh the horror now ensuing in that dull little B&B with it's stench of mothballs and the gloom of the newly departed still laying in the foyer, stiff and cold and definitely dead. Nothing compared to the horror that awaits those who will survive to lay Millicent to rest in the eternal knowledge that she outwitted them all. How fortunate it was that she had happened to meet such a charming young man who just happened to be in a position to relieve her of the burden of her wealth ....

"Hopefully ..." sighed Daniel, "my grieving relatives won't go too overboard with the funeral costs before discovering that Millicent's estate was worthless. Every spoon, every plate, every damn thing was now owned by Manhattan Prime Investments. "I wonder" he mused "if they will ever know who I am? It's possible, if they dig deep, if they stop fighting each other and look to the past, because ..." he drained the last of his whiskey "... I am there, in plain sight, like a shadow..."
 

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