She had a quirky but insightful grasp of things, and her writings well displayed her wit and considerable intellect. I’d worked with her a few times...during my volunteer activities, and so I knew she was an attractive and personable woman. I clicked on her home page, and noted that she was single – and that she was almost twenty years my junior.Her page had many pictures and narratives of her activities, but there was nothing about a man (or woman, for that matter) in her life. I had certainly. But I didn't know if what she said meant she knew I had felt her tit. " I'll go make breakfast. Clean up and it should be ready when you come down."The rest of the day passed with the usual routine. House chores. T.V. Lunch. Relaxing. The whole day long though I would glance at mom and think maybe I should have just left my hand played with her tit last night and pretend to asleep if she woke up. I decided next time I wouldn't play it safe. After dinner I went to take a shower and the power. A second later, Lila finished ripping the man’s head from his body with an ease that would have been scary under different circumstances. Jasmine, frustrated because she had wanted to blow his head off, stumbled into a turn with her snowshoes momentarily tangling, and thrashed her way to Morales.The big man, with the help of his new wives, had managed to prop himself into a sitting position against a tree with six inches of a crossbow bolt protruding from his coats, the bolt obviously buried in. Actually, she had the finest exotic act in the country for a short time and then quit to get married. Her name is Jennifer Clifford Chapman. She's the daughter of the fourth richest man in the country and married to the son of the ninth or tenth richest man. They live in Chicago. Jen is a Phi Beta Kappa in history from Princeton and has her doctorate in political science from UCLA. She's also one of the nicest, most beautiful girls it has ever been my good fortune to meet. Interested?"Jan.