He had been working on this party since last Halloween. It wouldn’t do, after all, to have to crash one’s own party– though he had, in fact, done that one year. Porn The cabin was also one of his holdings and was rented out to locals or tourists who came to fish in the back waters and canals. The older detective looked down at the withered, almost mummified body lying on the bed. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. And it had been absolute happenstance that he stumbled across that young witch at the party. But it was always a woman who was blond, but not too blond; fair, but not overly pale; and whose eyes were the misty blue of a linen flower in spring. All he had to do was say, “Why don’t we go back to my place?” and his target walked willingly out the front door in his arm.
