Date: Mon, 17 Sep 2012 15:58:35 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
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 Patrick's hands were withdrawn as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.

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