Let me take care of dessert, I think I know what you’d like ;) xx’What does she mean? Does it mean what I think it does? What I hope it does?She g...t home. Nimble and relaxed from her yoga class. Calm. She kissed me deeply. ‘Smells good, what’s for supper?’I pour her a glass of wine. We talk, but not about IT. As though nothing had happened. Had she seen the folder? Or maybe my mind was playing tricks? Had I just forgotten to close it last time I watched a few videos? It couldn’t be, it had been. "Whatsamatter? Don't wanna walk out and risk being laughed at, Mr. Big Shot Lawyer?" She shook her head and coughed out a laugh. "You're something, you know that? Big shot uppity lawyer with no balls." She looked at me and her face seemed to soften a little as she considered the situation. "Well, never let it be said that I didn't do my part for family relations." She approached me and I was stricken with terror that she might try to, you know, do something, but she took my arm and led me to. ”“I’m Jack fucking Carson. That name might ring a bell since that delightful piece of ass you’re drilling is Sue Carson!” I retorted. “This looks like the makings of a multiplicity of lawsuits. I’ll own this place, your house and your Mercedes before I’m through with you.”“Tell me how you managed to access my office, Jack fucking Carson,” demanded Mason. “I can have you locked up for years for breaking and entering, you dumb fuck. Just leave now and I’ll forget you were ever here.”“Who’s the. .”“How much did you get?” Pam asked, getting a mild slap from Polly.“Enough!” was all our mother said.“Enough ... to do what?” I asked, getting a love tap from Anne.“To buy a house anywhere I want, which he would purchase for me using his connections, if I asked him to.”“Wow, talk about a no-fault divorce,” Anne said.For that remarkable remark, I gave her a nice kiss.“Have you given any thought to where you want to move to?” Pam asked her mom, going over to hug her really tight.“Another reason.