Glossy magazines for interior decorating. National Geographics. And of course — society gossip.This particular dentist seemed to have stacks of the ...atter, and not even ancient ones. I took the one on top, opened it and saw Myriam. Not Estelle, no — Myriam. She wore her reserved smile, her tightest bun. And a very conservative Chanel suit.Her delicate hand was entwined with the rather stubby fingers of a John Enthwistle III, would-be junior Senator for the tiny state of Rhode Island. He smiled. Her choli ends just below to her 36D breasts. When she wear choli her cleavage kill any man.She normally takes heavy chunri to hide all, or else journey from her bottom of choli to her ghagra can drown anyone in. As I told you she is very fair, her nipples are not brown, I was surprise to see pink nipples on our first night, which I sucked like hell and made those small oranges from 30 to big mallon size 36D. Her main part I like is her thigs, those are smooth like banana stem, and even butter. I don't tell you that I love you enough, Tanisha. I never expected my life to work out this way, but I'm not complaining." Me either, Jon. Me either."They had the house pretty well organized by the time they went back to work on Tuesday. They'd be a long time finishing the project, but most things had found a place and they were starting to get settled in.There was some paperwork to do in the front office, and they were busy with it when Jim Bricklin walked in. "Got some more news," he. Actually, you head on up and I'll be right there after I change into my painting togs." You have special painting clothes?" I asked. "Are they as weird as some golfing outfits? Do they come with a goofy hat?"Keven laughed and shooed me up the stairs. "You'll find out in good time. Why don't you get yourself comfortable, and I'll just be a minute?"Right then, my cell phone rang in my purse on the table. I fished it out and looked at the number. It wasn't one I recognized."Hello?" Miss Craig?.