While 65 might be a vigorous enoughage for a healthy man in 2002, it was an age when a manlooks to the golden years of his life. John Lane wanted tore...ire but he felt his son was not ready. Not goddamnedready one little bit.John Lane was cursed by his own traditions. In otherdynasties, there was always a second in line to the throne.However, after five generations of only one child, therewere no brothers or sisters, nor cousins or second cousins.No one to assume the mantle of one of the largest. I had drifted back to thoughts of what they might be talking about and what they might be doing to each other when my phone buzzed again, and I realized it was my mom. She’d texted twice now, asking where I was and for me to get Jennifer and head for the car. I walked out of the library, up the steps, and into the main building just as Jennifer and Allison arrived at the doors. “Hey,” I told them both, “Mom’s here.” I was trying desperately to act detached, like I didn’t care that I was seeing. Still wearing the same outfit I ‘face-timed’ David at his office over lunch, he assured me that whilst you could easily tell I was braless, you couldn’t ‘see anything’. As he said that I took off my blouse for him, not realising he was in a staff restroom and a colleague of his walked past and must of seen me, because he did a double take. I got a huge smile, David a pat on the back and a ‘nice’, rather than being embarrassed I got quite a hit.After that day I resolved when I was going to be. At the reception desk we both checked into to our respective rooms, which as it turned out were right next to each other. Walking down the corridor my room was the first we came to, and I thought Julia would follow me in, but she said ‘I need shower, I’ll give you a knock in a minute’. Feeling a little let down, I opened my room and went straight to the shower. After the journey I felt a bit grimy, and with the prospect of fucking Julia later I thought it was the least I could do was to wash.