Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2012 15:58:35 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: Sea View. Part Six. This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Part Six. Dinner had been served to the other guests before Patrick presented himself at the table occupied by Mrs Delaney and sat down while Nancy served them. The meal was a gourmet's delight, and the wine complimented it. Patrick poured on the charm and soon they were holding hands in the candlelight in the otherwise empty dining room. It seemed the most natural thing to follow his suggestion that they have their coffee in her room. They went upstairs and into her room and sat talking for a few minutes until Nancy brought up the coffee for them, and as she left, she made sure that the door wasn't shut properly. The coffee went untasted, because as soon as Nancy had left, they were in each other's arms kissing and taking each other's clothes off. Standing naked, they kissed again, his erection pushing up between them. She pulled him down onto the bed, opening her legs for him to see what was on offer. He indulged himself and her, by putting his head down and slowly running his tongue up and down the insides of her folds. Nibbling at her clit and inserting one finger into her vagina. Her hands were holding his head as she started to thrash about, begging him to put it inside her. He trailed his mouth and tongue up her belly and onto her breasts, kissing and sucking on her nipples. `Patrick, please, please. Now. Now,' she pleaded. `Put it in. Fuck me, now.' He obliged by moving and pushing himself up into the wet waiting cavern. She gasped and groaned with delight as he filled her and started to move. Slowly at first, then with hard thrusts, his hands holding her steady as he fucked her as she had wanted and had waited for. She didn't hear Nancy come into the room as his hands were over her ears. She saw some movement out of the corner of eye, but Patrick's hand prevented her from turning to look. Suddenly, the pillow was whipped from under her head and placed over her face. Patrick's hands were withdrawn as Nancy then sat on the pillow, supporting Patrick as he stayed embedded inside the woman. Struggling for breath, she thrashed about, making Patrick come, sending his load into her with her contortions. Nancy had a wild look in her eye as she held onto Patrick, fighting to hold the pillow down with her bum. They stayed like this for several minutes as the struggling woman lost the fight for breath, dying with the best bit of cock she had had for a long long time still inside her, and I didn't even get to have an orgasm was her last thought as she died. When all movement had ceased, Nancy behaved bizarrely. She slid her body down over that of the dead woman, her skirt riding up as she did so. She wasn't wearing any knickers and her sex was there, wet, ready and open for him as she pulled him up out of Mrs Delaney and pulled him straight into herself. From one wet cunt into another without barely a pause. He came again in this macabre act of incest upon the dead body of a woman whom he had just fucked to death. He couldn't help but respond to the urgency of Nancy's need after what she had just done. It was the first time she had a treble up. One orgasm following the other as she could feel the woman underneath her back move to the same movements as herself. Physically as well as mentally exhausted, Patrick finally withdrew his wilting member and sat down in a chair. Nancy got off the dead woman and bed and quickly threw the top sheet over the woman's body and went to Patrick. She knelt between his legs and they cuddled each other while he regained his breath. Unbeknown to them, this was the night that Richard brought the tramp into the hotel. After plying the vagrant with drink, and himself, took him upstairs and introduced him to Julie. `I've brought you a present for being such a good girl,' he slurred as he sat the tramp on the edge of the bed. `I promised him a good time, and I'm sure that you would oblige him.' He fumbled with the tramp's trousers and finally managed to pull them down to his ankles. He then pushed him back onto the bed. `Now do as you've been taught,' he said, pulling Julie over and pushing her down between the dirty legs. `Now give him a good time as I promised,' as he pushed her head into the man's groin. With Richard's hand on the back of her neck, she could do no more than take the small flaccid penis into her mouth and suck. Even though the dirty man was drunk, his cock still rose to the sucking lips of Julie. Richard's hand helped her move her head up and down on it. The old man gurgled as long lost feelings came back and began to jerk as he started to spurt out his semen. Richard held her fast so that she was forced to swallow this foul tasting emission and keep sucking till the cock had wilted enough for it to slip out on its own. Only then did Richard let go of her neck, letting her race to the bathroom where she threw up into the toilet. Even above the noise she was making, spewing and crying, she heard the crunch of the neck of the tramp being broken. She stayed in the bathroom, cradling the toilet pan as the noises from the bedroom suggested that the poor man was being trussed up for the Garden. She didn't leave until she finally heard the outer door close, crying more now for the tramp than she was for herself. Patrick and Nancy had cleared Mrs Delaney's room and had already burnt all evidence of her, and were now in the Garden, digging. Well, Patrick had agreed to do the digging and that Nancy was to do the filling in. Nancy was sitting next to the sheet covered corpse watching the dirt mound increase with every heave of the shovel. She screamed when a hand touched her shoulder and went and wet herself. Patrick's head shot up out of the hole to see his father standing behind Nancy. `What the hell do you two think you are doing?' he demanded. Nancy was still gibbering from the shock of sudden fright and couldn't talk. Patrick also couldn't speak, as he just didn't know what to say, but only could stand in the hole looking up at his father. Richard gave Nancy's shoulder a squeeze and kicked at the lumpy sheet she was sitting next to. `I see that you've taken a leaf out of my book and started to develop nasty habits. Well while you're at it.' he turned and briefly disappeared into the darkness, but reappeared almost immediately and dropped another sheeted bundle next to theirs. `Bury this thing at the same time. You've saved me the job.' He turned to go, but paused and looked back at them. `Nancy. I suggest that this be the last time. You can't always cover your tracks and I don't want you causing trouble for me. That also goes for you too Patrick. Do you understand? The both of you?' Neither of them could speak, still being in shock as it were, so could only nod instead. Richard nodded in return and then turned and disappeared into the darkness. They didn't look at each other as they quickly rolled the two bodies into the hole and just as quickly, filled it in. After a shower, they clutched at each other, unsure of themselves now that their father knew what they had done. It wasn't till morning that they knew he wouldn't, or couldn't do anything to them without implicating himself, so it was more of a stand off than anything else. It was a hard time getting through the day, even though they had spoken to him during it, there was no reference to their meeting in the middle of the night. Mrs Delaney was duly booked out, but they had no idea as to who the other body had been. It was with some relief when the day ended and they were together in Nancy's bedroom. They tried to talk about their father, but couldn't find the right words to say, so Nancy asked about what had happened with Mrs Delaney after she had left after delivering the coffee for them. Patrick said that the woman couldn't wait for sex and it almost amounted to him being raped. She wanted to know all the details of him doing it. But the underlying reason for the questions, Patrick surmised, was that she wanted to be told that there wasn't anyone better than her, either physically or in bed. So as he slowly undressed her, he pointed out the differences. Nancy's breasts were better constructed, rounded more and fuller and had better nipples. Her stomach was flatter and her navel that much cuter. Her pubic hair was softer and her skin cleaner and smoother etc. etc. Until finally naked and aroused, she flung her arms around him, kissing him and pulling his clothes off till he was just as naked as she was. `I love you Patrick,' kissing him again and again. `I love you more than anybody in the whole world.' her lush body never failed to rouse him. `And I love this big fat prick that is just for me,' as she held it in her hand and bent down and took it into her mouth, sucking and teasing it with her tongue. `And I love you,' he said, pulling her up, `and these two beautiful globes with their little knobs on,' as he bent his head to suck on each in turn, giving each nipple a nibble. His hand then going down between her thighs to finger her clit. `This little bud is the cutest thing I ever did see, or feel,' as his finger teased it. He pushed her down onto the bed, `or have ever tasted,' as he went down and started to lick and tease this little piece of flesh. Flicking it with his tongue before gently raking it with his teeth. He could feel her hands pulling at him to turn his body, so turning round and putting his arms under her thighs he started to lick her pubic hairs before going into her slit, while she took his erection in her mouth for the classic sixty nine position. They eventually rolled over to one side which they had found was the most comfortable for the both of them to lick and suck on each other without strain. When they became too aroused, they quickly moved round for him to enter her and both come at the same time. Though they were both jealous of each other in the sense that neither wanted the other to have a separate relationship with anyone else, they talked it over quite often. What they finally decided and agreed on, was that if anyone else were to be involved, it would be as a threesome, be it male or female. They had four such relationships over the next four years. Three women and one man. Two of them were able to leave the hotel none the wiser, two paid the price for having sex with the twins. A lesbian guest took a shine to Nancy and agreed that Patrick could watch, even take part if he wished. She had assumed that he was her boyfriend indulging her, and of not being her brother, so she let the two of them into her room one night after dinner. Patrick sat down in the chair and the two girls, hesitantly at first with him being there, held each other's arms and gently kissed. Little pecks at first and then moving in closer for more ardent kisses, bodies coming tight together as they got more amorous. Breaking away, they slowly disrobed each other, kissing each part of bare flesh being revealed until they were both naked. Patrick had ceased to exist as far as they were concerned in the throes of sexual need and desire, so this woman performed as if he wasn't there. They lay down on the bed and moved into each other's arms, kissing and caressing. Their thighs straining to rub the pubic regions against each other. It was Nancy who moved first, to start the travel down by kissing the breasts and nipples, stomach and pubic region, slowly pivoting her body so that the same could be done to her. Both finished up with their heads between the thighs of each other, licking and kissing, as well as the nibbling and tonguing. Patrick watched for as long as he could till he could take no more of seeing his sister and this other female get pleasure that he wasn't sharing in. His erection had reared up at the first disrobing of these two on the bed and was now seriously hurting him within the confines of his trousers. He got up and quickly took his clothes off and got onto the bed behind Nancy. When she felt the cold cream touch her backside, she knew what was coming, but forced herself to relax as he entered for anal intercourse. With the other woman's tongue up her vagina, it was the only place he could go. What that woman's reaction was to a pair of hairy balls swinging just above her eyes as she tongued Nancy as he entered into her rear passage, we shall never know. We do know that she objected when she was on top of Nancy and the cold cream hit her arse. She tried to get off, but with Nancy's legs going up round her neck and Patrick holding her thighs, she couldn't prevent his entry. It was the tightest fuck he'd ever had. She had clenched her sphincter muscle, but his power forced his way in till his balls began to slap against her. With Nancy's legs crossed over her neck, she was held fast as Patrick butt fucked her. Nancy orgasmed by just watching Patrick's balls swing back and forth above so close to her face as she still tried to lick the moving slit. The woman helped in his excitement by bucking about like a rodeo horse. It was Nancy who fumbled out the plastic bag from under the mattress and passed it up to Patrick. Working round Nancy's legs, he managed to get it over the woman's head and start to twist it in his hands while still being firmly embedded in her rear. Then it was a case of just hanging on in there as she bucked and fought to get free before she lost all of her oxygen in the plastic bag. It was Nancy who suffered the indignity, apart from the woman who was losing her life, by being peed on as the woman expired. The pee splashing her face as the woman collapsed on top of her, soaking her hair and chest as well. Patrick held on as she fell, staying inside her and coming again as she fell. Nancy was spluttering and shaking her head as they lay like this for several minutes till all movement had ceased. Only then withdrawing from the dead woman and climbing off the bed to release Nancy from underneath. `Bloody disgusting,' she spluttered. `The cow peed all over me.' She pushed the body off her legs and went into the bathroom to wash herself. Patrick followed and disposed of the condom he had been wearing, smacking Nancy's naked bottom as he passed back out into the bedroom. So another parcel was made up for the Garden. The next two women were great fun, which undoubtedly saved them from the fate of the others. Each in their own turn during this period had no hesitation in making it a threesome. Even the twins learned a couple of new things for their future games. It was the next person who lost out. Nancy selected him. She had served him at dinner and was struck by the effeminacy of the young man who was too sure of himself. His speech and manner were too flowery for her taste and had taken an instant dislike to him and thought of him as being worthy a person to be put beneath the sod before his natural time. She went into the kitchen and spoke to Patrick. `Patrick darling,' she cooed at him, `there's a young man dining tonight that I think we should get to know better.' `Huh! He's taken your fancy then. You want me to watch somebody else fuck you, is that it?' he answered. `On the contrary. I want to see you fuck him. He's queer! Besides, I've never seen two men do it together properly. So this is my chance to educate myself and maybe you on the male divergences in the bedroom. Let's face it. You like me sucking your prick, haven't you ever given a thought about what it might be like to suck one yourself? Don't answer that because I think you would be telling me a lie, so go and chat him up. Besides, it's my turn.' Which was as good as saying that she had him earmarked for the Garden. So Patrick went into the dining room and quickly noticed about whom Nancy had been referring to. Marshalling his thoughts about the right approach, went and stopped at the young man's table. The young man there looked up at Patrick, a small smile on his lips. `How was your dinner sir,' Patrick asked, standing before him with one hand on his hip, and which he hoped looked somewhat like an effeminate manner, `to your satisfaction I hope?' `An excellent dinner, and worthy of many compliments. You are, I take it, to be chef?' he answered politely. `At your service,' replied Patrick. `May I sit with you for a moment?' he asked, gesturing to the seat opposite. `Please,' the young man said, half rising from his seat. `I am honoured.' Patrick sat down and gave Nancy a wave to come over. `By chance,' he said addressing the young man again, `you happen to be the one thousandth person to be served in this dining room since we first opened.' He held up his hand to forestall any comment until he had finished. `I wasn't chef then, but I was here as a boy, and have seen many guests come,' pausing here after the heavy emphasis on the last word, `and go,' he continued. Turning to Nancy, `A bottle of our best wine if you don't mind Nancy, thank you,' as she nodded and left them. `My sister. She and I are very close. But as I was saying, oh, excuse for being so rude. My name is Patrick,' he said extending his hand, making it not exactly limp, but soft enough to give it certain connotations. The other man took it in his to shake saying, `and mine is William.' `William. Sweet William,' Patrick sighed, still holding his hand. `Strange you should say that,' William said letting go of Patrick's hand, `only my family and close friends call me that.' Nancy stopped him from saying anything in reply to that by coming to the table with an opened bottle of wine for them. She poured them a glass each and left the bottle on the table before leaving herself. `Your health,' Patrick said, raising his glass, `and dinner is gratis, compliments of the hotel, and of myself,' he said. William thanked him and returned the toast and they both drank. They talked for a while, sipping their wine, until both glasses were empty. Patrick waited till William reached out for the bottle and then put out his own, so that his hand closed over that of William's as they held the bottle. Their eyes held each other as they held the bottle. It was with a gentle caress that Patrick let his hand fall away from the bottle and let William refill their glasses. They both raised their glasses, taking small sips as they looked at each other. Patrick put his hand out over the table to rest lightly on the back of William's. `We can have some excellent brandy upstairs, if you would care to join me,' and he added softly, `maybe we could get to know each other a bit more,' he paused, `intimately,' he finally breathed. William took his hand from under Patrick's and placed it on top, and gave it a squeeze. `I can think of nothing that would give me more greater pleasure,' he smiled. `There's one small thing that I must say before we do, and that it as I have said, my sister and I are very close.' William had nodded at this. `She will be there as well,' Patrick said and quickly put his other hand on top of William's, `she knows of my proclivities and, maybe, you would like her to...to...er...partake in some small way,' he finished, giving him his best winsome smile. `A voyeur who might like to join in,' William smiled. `I'm not averse to that sir. Let's drink and make merry then.' He drained his glass as did Patrick, and they rose from the table and left the dining room to go upstairs. `Bring some brandy,' Patrick called out to Nancy as they left. They went up into Patrick's room and stood there facing each other. `Forgive me William, but I've ever only done this once, and I'm not quite sure as to what I should really do in these circumstances.' William laughed and held Patrick by the upper arms. `I love a tyro!' he said, kissing him lightly on the lips. `Embrace me as you would a woman and kiss me. Kiss me as you would any woman as I will kiss you.' They went into each other's arms and kissed, bodies close together in their embrace. Both conscious of the fact that they each had an erection beneath their clothing. They broke apart at Nancy's entry with the brandy and three glasses. She put it all on the table and went and sat in the corner. Ignoring her, William began to start undressing Patrick, encouraging him to do likewise to himself. Soon they stood facing each other naked. William moved in and held Patrick as they kissed again, their erections clashing and becoming squashed between their two bodies as they did so. Moving to the bed, they lay down together, the same way as standing up. William's cock was throbbing from the carnal desires to come, Patrick's from the eventual outcome. `Now let's taste each other,' William said, turning his body round and taking Patrick into his mouth. He had then no option but to do the same to William. It seemed strange to Patrick to have a throbbing prick in his mouth, his first. Like chewing on an eraser was the first thought in his mind. Running his tongue round the inside of the foreskin, copying what was being done to him. The nibbling and then the sucking. Using his hand to work the outer skin up and down the hard flesh beneath, feeling the pulse throb in time to his own heart beat. Such was Patrick's staying power, he made to hold back, but William's prick suddenly swelled in Patrick's mouth and shot out his sperm inside. Patrick nearly gagged as it filled his mouth. He pulled off and made a pretence of coughing as he spat out the semen onto the sheets, but steeled himself to retake it back in his mouth and finish him off by the sucking and licking off him. William flopped onto his back gasping. `Why didn't you come at the same time?' `I'm sorry,' Patrick said, letting the wilting penis flop out of his mouth. `I was saving myself for the next course.' `Of course, another joke,' William burst out laughing. `Course! Get it? Hors-d'oeuvre's, entrée and main course! From a chef no less,' and fell back as he laughed. Nancy was beside him, offering him a brandy, which he took and gulped down in one go. He took her arm, `Please join us Nancy, please?' She shrugged her shoulders and put down the brandy bottle and slowly undressed, never letting her eyes leave his as she did so. She was pleased with the reaction she saw in them when he saw her naked body. `Nancy,' he breathed out, `the sight of you wants me to go straight. Come and join us.' She lay down next to him and let his hands rove over her breasts. `Suck them,' she said, and he did as he was told. Patrick had got off the bed and was putting on a condom and getting a pot of cream. `I think Patrick's ready for the next course,' she said to William, `and you can feast on me,' indicating between her legs. He glanced back and saw that Patrick was indeed ready. His erection stiff and condom clad, waiting to be used. `Happy to oblige my dear,' he said, moving round to bend his head between Nancy's thighs while presenting his arse to Patrick. William's tongue quickly went to work inside Nancy as Patrick creamed the orifice of William and just as quick, took him from the rear. William gasped at the size widening his arsehole as never before. Between licks and gasps he said that Patrick could make a fortune with that tool of his in London. He buried his face back into Nancy as he relished the thrusting of Patrick into his rear. His own penis was starting to rise again at the thrill of being fucked by such a big tool, his attention wasn't at its best. Patrick, as he held the white hips in his hands, thrusting up into the tight hole of William, nodded to Nancy, who whipped out the hidden plastic bag and deftly slipped it over William's head. He reared up, but Nancy held on as she twisted it tight around his throat. Patrick held him firm in his grip as Nancy swung her legs up to trap his arms from getting any hold on the bag that was preventing him from getting any air. As with the last one they killed in this fashion, Patrick came in buckets during the death throes of their victim. Nancy held on during his thrashing about and didn't realise that she had been holding her breath for as William held his, but he gave in first and could only suck the bag further into his mouth as his air ran out. With a great big heave of her chest, her breasts seeming to swell to even greater proportions, she took in huge gulps of air as William died, and Patrick pulled out as they rolled his body onto the floor. Patrick pulled off the condom, his cock still large and glistening with unspent semen for Nancy to get quickly to her knees and take him into her mouth to suck out the residue of his coming. When clean, she lifted herself up and stretched her body, arms out wide. `I rename thee, Patrick fits William, now let's see if he can also be Patrick fits Nancy.' She pulled him down as she fell back onto the bed. `Please Patrick, fuck me, fuck me. I need it! Now!' she begged, her legs wide open, her sex wet and gaping wide waiting for his cock to enter. He could do more but mount his sister, his cock still hard even after coming, feeling her orgasm as soon as he entered her, The juice seeping from her body lubricating her even more as he did indeed fuck her. Utterly spent after coming twice in such a short time, he fell across her thinking that he should get a medal for the number of times he was able to spend his load in one session. Though every burial of theirs was deemed to be the last, this really was the last body that they put into the Garden. A few others followed, put there by Richard, but then came the catalyst that destroyed the hotel. Richard went to the rooms of both Amy and Doris to find that they both had their monthlies. It wasn't just cocksucking that he wanted, but a proper fuck, and when he saw that Julie too was wearing a rag was when he lost his. He rampaged round the room, smashing whatever was within reach. Then Carol entered her mother's room. Forgive the pun, but it was like a red rag to a bull when she walked in the door. This stuck up bitch of a niece of his. This stuck up bitch of a daughter of his brother with the holier than thou attitude she had towards him. Her tits pushing out the front of her blouse like some tart from London. Let's just see those tits in the flesh were his raging thoughts. He lurched across the room towards her, tripping as he did so but still managing to hook his fingers into the top of her blouse, shredding it as he fell. He'd also torn off her bra at the same time and looking up, could see those two big luscious white orbs floating above him. Julie rushed across the room as he struggled to his feet, and grabbing Carol pushed her out of the room, going out with her. Carol was crying as Richard came flying out of the room, knocking them both to the floor. Carol now splayed out on her back, skirt up above her thighs, her triangle of hair visible through her panties, her naked breasts heaving, sent him berserk. Julie took hold of his shirt as he regained his feet and started punching him with her fist. He hit back at her with his fists, but she wouldn't let go of his shirt as they staggered, fighting together as they went towards the stairs. They were still punching at each other, Julie getting the worst of it as Carol scrambled to her feet, and knowing there was a hockey stick just inside the bedroom door, grabbed it and raced down the corridor towards the other two fighting. They had moved past the staircase and Richard had Julie up against the newel post as he hit her again. Carol, with stick up raised, ran and swung it, catching him square across his kidneys. He gave out a roar and turned to face this attack from the rear. Carol had swung the stick again, this time catching him on up flung arm, just below the elbow and with a loud crack, the bone in his arm splintered. Now roaring with the pain in his arm, he momentarily halted which gave Carol time to reverse the stick and charge at him. The end of this caught him in the middle of his sternum, breaking the bone with its force. Also, the momentum of her charge sent him reeling back onto the balustrade, which, with a loud splintering crackle, gave way, and he fell backwards into space to hit the lower floor headfirst. This smashed the top of his cranium as well as breaking his neck in the fall. As he went through the breaking balustrade, Julie tore the hockey stick out of the hands of Carol, and turned to see Richard land head first on the tiled floor below. The noise of the fight had brought some of the staff out into the hall, and three witnessed Richard falling and all attested to the fact later, that Julie was up on the landing, next to the break in the balustrade with the hockey stick in her hand. As Richard crashed down into the hall below, Julie turned and told Carol to go to her room and change her clothes. Quickly, and then get back as fast as she could to help. The three members of staff had rushed to Richard, twisted as he was on the floor, but just stood helplessly looking down at him. `Ring for an ambulance,' Julie ordered as she descended the staircase, hockey stick still in her hand till she reached the bottom, when she then placed it in the umbrella stand by the front desk. Ronnie, the hall porter, ran to the phone and made the call. Amy had come out into the hall from the dining room and gasped when she saw Richard on the floor. `Get a tablecloth and cover him,' Julie ordered her, who quickly went back and returned almost immediately and handed it to Julie, who flicked it out and covered him. She turned to Sylvia, a cleaner and Dennis, the kitchen hand. `About your duties, chop chop,' as she clapped her hands at them. `Doris. Try and keep people away from the hall if you can. Ronnie,' she called out. `You'd better also phone the police to report this accident.' He gave her an odd look, but did as he was told. `Amy! Into the office please,' she said, and led the way and went and sat in the chair. Amy closed the door and stood by the desk. `Amy. This is going to be difficult for us here. Mr. Collins has died because of an accident. Now I know we haven't really got on together here for reasons better left unsaid. But we are really going to go through a bad patch now. I am going to have to leave the running of the hotel to you for awhile till I can get this unfortunate event out of the way.' Amy smouldered, but knew when to keep her mouth shut, and just nodded. `Keep the staff in order and you will be suitably rewarded,' and Julie broke off there as they heard the ringing bell of the approaching ambulance, and they both went back out into the hall. Two ambulance men came running in with a stretcher and one went and pulled the tablecloth off of Richard's head and felt to see if there was any pulse. He shook his head to his colleague and pulled the cloth right off as his companion unfolded the portable stretcher. `Just a moment,' came a voice from the doorway. They all turned to see a small man in a raincoat and wearing a rather moth-eaten looking hat, with two uniformed policemen behind him. He opened his coat and took a small wallet out of his pocket. This he flicked open to show two cards, one bearing his photo. `I'm Detective Inspector French. May I see the body before you move it?' His glance took in the broken balustrade above the floor and had quickly swept round the hall before moving over to the body of Richard. The ambulance men had moved back to allow him to kneel down on one knee and look with interest at what was before him. He also felt the neck as the ambulance man had done. He stood up and dusted his knee as he nodded at these two men to carry on. He spoke a few words to one of the policemen, who nodded and went out with the stretcher while the other one stayed in the hall. The Inspector then turned to Julie. `Mrs Collins. We met once at a function last year, but I don't think you remember me. It's a sad business that we have to meet again under such circumstances. Is there somewhere private we could talk?' `Yes, yes. The office. Please follow me Inspector,' and she led the way. She gestured to the big chair behind the desk for him and she sat on the small chair in front. When they had settled themselves, the Inspector cleared his throat. `First let me say how sorry I am that this accident has happened. Councillor Collins was a valued member of the council and I wish to express my condolences to you and your family. But unfortunately,' he spread his hands out, `I still have to do my job, however distasteful it may be. In all cases of accidents, the cause has to be investigated for the County Coroner, you understand this?' he asked. Julie nodded, hands folded in her lap. Inspector French noted her composure and lack of hysteria of a woman whose husband had just died. Accidentally or not. `Now please tell me what happened that led up to this.' `Well it started in our room on the first floor. We had an argument and it got very heated. He started to attack me. I ran from the room, down the corridor. He caught up with me and grabbed my arm. I swung round but he held on and hit the railing which gave way, and he...he fell.' `Did he hit you?' `Yes.' `Where?' `On the landing.' `No. What I meant was, where on your body did he hit you?' `On my shoulder. I managed to dodge his other blows.' `Are you still wearing the same clothes as at the time he attacked you?' `Yes.' `Are there any marks from him hitting you?' `I don't know. I haven't looked,' and she pulled the shoulder strap off her dress to look. `No, there isn't.' `Thank you Mrs Collins. That will be all for now. Can I use this office for awhile? I'm afraid I have to interview all persons who were on the premises at the time of your husband's, er, fall.' `Certainly. Whom do you wish to see next Inspector?' `I would be grateful if you could draw up a list of all people present, and give it to the constable. He will take it from there. Thank you very much.' Julie left the office, and at the porter's desk, wrote down the names of all staff present and of the odd guest that was still staying there. This, she handed to the constable who then took it into the office. She asked Ronnie to get one of the girls to make a pot of coffee and take it up to her room. The coffee arrived very quickly, and Julie thanked the girl and poured out two cups. A strong one for Carol, who was white faced sitting there and was in the process of shredding a very pretty handkerchief. `Drink this and don't worry.' She then told Carol what she had told the Inspector. `Now don't you go and contradict me. It was an accident and you were not there. You were in your room, got it?' she demanded. Carol nodded as she drank her coffee. They sat in silence for quite some time and the coffee pot had long since got cold before there was a knock at the door and Doris popped her head round it. `The Inspector would like a word with Miss Carol, ma-am,' she said. `Remember what I said,' said Julie as Carol left the room. It was three hours later that the Inspector sent for Julie. She went downstairs and met him in the hall. `Thank you for your co-operation Mrs Collins. That is it for tonight, but I must ask that all members of staff do not leave the hotel premises as we may have further questions to ask tomorrow. I'm afraid that means you too. The hotel guests are free to go if they wish. Thank you again, goodnight.' He put his hand to the brim of his hat and left with the constable in tow. Julie got herself a large brandy from the bar and went upstairs. She was not surprised to see all three children together, waiting for her. The twins full of questions, Carol saying nothing. She answered them as best she could, and then told them all to go to bed as she was very tired and upset. Carol went straight to her room, the twins went into Patrick's. They had been in the kitchen when it all happened and didn't know until the ambulance arrived. Not really satisfied with the answers they got from their mother, tried speculating themselves but couldn't come up with anything. They were in bed together, as usual, during this discourse. Then, it must have been an instantaneous thought transference, because they both turned their faces to each other, trying to speak at the same time. What if? They didn't have to utter the unspoken question. They just held each other tight, caressing and soothing themselves that nothing would come out. Nobody knew. Of that they were certain, so with this thought uppermost in their minds, they drifted off to sleep, for the first time ever since puberty, not having sex before sleeping. It was ten o'clock next morning that Detective Inspector French turned up at the hotel with two constables and asked to speak to Mrs Collins. Ronnie went upstairs and a few minutes later returned with Julie slowly following him down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom, making the Inspector move towards her. He stopped in front of her. `Mrs Julie Collins. I am arresting you for the murder of one David Reece Collins. I must tell you that anything you say will be taken down and may be used in court...' He finished with the arresting preamble and asked her to accompany him to the station to be formally charged. Julie turned to the open mouthed desk clerk. `Ronald. Please tell the children what has happened. Also tell Amy. She knows what to do, thank you.' Then with great dignity, walked out of the hotel with the constables and the Inspector following. The news spread like wildfire round the town and the local newspaper man was soon ousted out of place by reporters from the national papers at the arraignment hearing where Julie was formally charged and remanded in custody without bail until a trial date could be set. The twins were stunned at the news, Carol was beside herself with worry, but still couldn't confide with them. She had never felt comfortable with them at any time in her life, so she couldn't speak to them about what really happened. Carol visited her mother at the earliest time that they would allow her and Julie was strong and firm with her. She was to keep her mouth shut and keep to the statements that they had already made. Carol tried to object, but Julie was adamant. She eventually agreed, but sobbed as she left her mother behind in the prison. A lawyer was appointed by the court to defend Julie, and with copies of the three witness statements, tried to get Julie to change her story. She just kept repeating exactly what she had told the Inspector. `What about the hockey stick?' he cried in exasperation. `All three say that you were carrying it down the stairs.' `Maybe I was. I don't remember it. If they say I was, maybe I was, but I don't remember it.' `They also say that your husband came crashing through the balustrade as though he'd been hit by a train. What do you say to that?' `Well he did swing round rather fast,' Julie replied. `Look Julie. I'm trying to help you. The implications from these witnesses is that you hit him with that hockey stick. The prosecutor is going to make sure that the jury will go for that. What do you say now?' `I didn't hit him with the hockey stick. He swung round and went through himself. Period. End of story.' Her lawyer threw up his arms, gathered his papers together. `We'll talk again tomorrow,' he said as he went to the door of her cell. `You'll hear the same thing,' she said as he left. Back at the hotel, Richard's death had affected everyone there. Amy and Doris the most. They actually missed the almost nightly sessions of sex. It had been a drug to them for many years now, and it was a painful withdrawal symptom. No man to tease and fuck them. They spent their nights together now, getting what solace they could from each other. The dildo was now in constant use, but it was a poor substitute for the real thing. Neither of them were capable of chatting up likely looking men that stayed at the hotel, so they were, in effect, almost grass widows. They would suck and lick each other, taking it in turns to strap on the rubber prick and pretend to be a man while they fucked, but they were not getting the same satisfaction as they had with Richard. The twins missed their father, but not in the same way. He had left them to their own devices for most of their growing lives, but had been there, around to answer the odd question or so. Their secret, as well as his, had died with him, so they felt safe in respect of the killings they had done, though they vowed that they would do no more. Harold Seymour, Julie's lawyer, tried yet again for her to say something different as they entered the court for her trial, but she was steadfast in her refusal. `I did not kill my husband,' she said. *