When I could, I would even take pictures of her from afar, and keep all this in a scrap book. A few years had gone by, I had flown into Atlanta and wa... checking into a hotel. I had just gotten my room key, when I heard a voice behind me, saying, "Well hello, Mr. Jones." I turned and there was a beautiful red headed young lady standing there smiling at me. I knew that I should know her, but I just couldn't place her. After a brief awkward moment it came to me, I blurted out, "You're Dawn, aren't. She spent an hour on her makeup and hair. Jack had been honest about his evening with Stephanie, and Dot wanted to make sure her assets were at their best. Matty had told them it would be fun if they showed up in their suits, so they could use the pool before dinner. "Steph said real informal, Mom."Stephanie answered the door in a sexy high waist one piece red suit, a baywatch kind of thing. "She doesn't quite have the tits for it" Dot thought. "Hi Dot. Now I know all your wonderful family.". Off to his left he heard faint footfalls, regularly crunching the leaves underfoot. He crept in that direction. There was movement. Olivia was walking away, not aware of Fallston’s approach. He slowly raised his weapon and took aim for a body shot. ‘HEY’ Fallston called. Olivia turned towards his shout. He squeezed the trigger and a single paintball splatted at the center of her torso, just below her pendulous breasts. She yipped and clutched at the neon yellow stain on her shirt. ‘Gotcha!’. “But–”“But nothing. You really don’t get it, do you?”Peter looked confused. Claire continued.“The point I’m making is that I – trust – you. I have trusted you for as long as I can remember. I’m getting older and they are young and pretty. I have every reason to be worried. Even when I got an anonymous phone call that you were having an affaire with Jayne, I told them to get lost and I trusted you.”Peter looked astounded, but not guilty. “You got a–”“Yes. I didn’t even bother to tell you. Why?.