This time I called my dad first, and explained. He had just gotten to work, and was settling into his desk. Two seconds later, he was well on his way ...o low earth orbit."Let me call Craig, your mom, Bill Carstairs. Stay handy." I have a copy of the memo," I told him."Take care of it," Dad told me. "One day you'll be able to gold plate it and stick it on the wall." Right next the quarter from under the fridge," I told him.He grunted, "I'll get back to you in a few minutes."I hung up and then sat. Never in my life had I thought so focusedly and deviously before. Soon passages of exit, routes and the like shrunk before becoming non-existent. What&hellip,what is going on? She spoke in a voice was revealed her knowledge of the grave-ity of the situation. And that was the voice that I have grown to long and love. You tell us. Dave chimed in as he neared her. All four of the boys closed in on her, forcing her to step back, back enough for her luxurious and plump ass, wet and goosebumped to. I shall bring you to my home, and I shall care for you and honour you for as long as I live."Hildburg looked up at him."There is another reason I claimed you. I told you, you left me a penniless orphan, a maidservant to my uncle. I saved your life today, Joerg Isebrand. In return, I ask for a proper living, at your side."Gently, Joerg touched her face."Sweet, gentle Hildburg! I told you, I shall care for you and honour you."Hildburg nodded, and he thought he saw a blush creep into her. Determined not to be fooled a second time Margaret examined it more intently than the first, but it was certainly a woman, of that there was no doubt. She had raven hair drawn back into coiled plaits set under a wide brimmed hat, which gave her youngish face a rather severe expression. She was wearing the riding habit of the Victorian period, a full, dark coloured skirt down to her ankles revealing only the tips of polished riding boots, and a matching jacket flared over magnificent hips to.