What she wouldn't have given for some oldfashioned thick sliced bacon. Her mouth still watering, sheplaced the pot on the stove and turned it on. She ...as goingto have to ask Jason about finding some chickens and pigs.Jason appeared at the kitchen entranceway. "How was yournight?" He asked innocently."Oh, Baby." Rachel replied. "That poor girl must've beenthrough some kind of wringer before we found her."A puzzled look formed on Jason's face. "Why, whathappened?"Rachel explained the events of. Until or unless an accounting is requested or a decision is needed that requires all three trustees, only the lawyer assigned to the trust by the firm I hired was really aware of all of the provisions of the trust, much less the assets. Even the Judge doesn’t know, this being small change compared to the money the feds are holding for you.”I wasn’t sure I understood but okay.The other thing I learned was that I had an expense account. I had an account that I could access with a card that the. "What do you mean, 'Why?'" Gina scoffed. "You were fucking drunk as shitand totally out of control. They get why." No," I said. "Tell them why I was drunk. If you fucking know so muchabout me."That left Gina dumbfounded, so I ended up taking up the narrative andrewinding it a little. "What Fuckass is leaving out is that bitch Sorrelwho runs the fucking place was hitting on me like nonstop all night."Everyone except Sarah laughed."So?" Gina said in this totally dismissive way. "You like girls.". "Uh oh!" Stefanie told herself. "This can't be good." Hmmm." Alesandro thought aloud. "Granite? No. Limestone? Yes, gray limestone! Alesandro ees brilliant!" Again he fiddled with his bracelet."What the hell is he going on about now!" Stefanie wondered. All of a sudden, a bolt of white light shot out from Alesandro's palm and struck Stefanie in the chest. She would have cringed if her body would have let her.The anxiety-induced butterflies in Stefanie's stomach, hatched by Alesandro's control.