Greg sent a runner to find Sgt. Ballerton and Lt. Preston. He had a lot to discuss with them. He also got on his cell phone and contacted his brother....He passed his request to his brother and got confirmation just as Ballerton and Preston showed up.Greg gave the report to Lt. Preston to read, who then passed it to Ballerton. After both had read it he asked for comments."First of all, do we know who this Litchfield is, sir?" Sgt. Ballerton asked."We do. I know of him, and have even met him a few. If there was anything written on the cover it would be unreadable from how worn it is. Opening it up I started reading and it quickly became apparent that it was written by my grandfather.‘To my dear JohnFirst let me start with an apology although I doubt it will mean much but I must as I am partly responsible for your awful upbringing. I was not there much for your father growing up. Far too focused on making my business successful I could not correct the fault in his personality that started. I had Jenn wear her short black dress so I could discreetly finger her while she made the introductions and guided the conversation. Our day started two hours earlier making love. Her makeup hid the lingering flush of exertion that came from putting her through her paces.Jenn is my mistress. She is my lover and my slut. We share a rather unique relationship that works well for us. When we first started chatting it didn't take long for us to admit we could never be monogamous. We hadn't been for. There was no way that I was going to miss the opportunity to walk along the beach, even if it was with a man that was hung like a donkey. I knew that all the women would be looking at him but I hoped that most of the men would be looking at me.My guess was right and I had to laugh when I saw one young woman look up, see him and immediately close her legs and put her hand over her pussy. It was like she had though that he’d split her open and she was holding her pussy to protect it.There were a.