The lawyer laughed, “She didn’t get to hear the worst part. The house is now owned by the trust and can only be transferred to his brother Johnny ...nd his wife. No one else except Margaret can do anything about getting rid of the house.”The move to Jack’s house was both happy and sad. We both loved the place but missed Jack. Sans really took over and removed all of Jack’s and Connie’s clothes. She donated Jack’s to the Salvation Army, and Connie’s, because she didn’t come to pick them up, went. No way on earth to explain awaysemen on the bedroom floor! I tried this a couple more times and reckoned that she didn’trealize…however the fourth time I tried this I noticed she wasn’twearing any panties in bed and I had a little stroke of that dark bush,fine black silky smooth hair. Next time I put my full hand between her legs and startedgently stroking her pussy. Horrors!! her legs closed and my hand wastrapped. What the fuck was I going to do now ? I needn’t have. What's got your panties in such a twist?"Francine Thompson--this one--had obviously never had anyone challenger her in a manner such as this. And by one of Daddy's underlings, no less!"Mr. Chandler," Francine said frostily, "I would recommend that you make your respects to my mother and father and leave the premises immediately."This all sounded familiar, and rightly so. What happened next in no way resembled what I remembered from the first time."Francine," I told her with a snort and a shake. "Let me explain." She beckoned him in. "My dress was made by Vincenti, the designer?" asking him if he understood.Gary knew who she meant. He wasn't very fashion conscious, but he also didn't live under a rock. Vincenti was up there with Hugo Boss and Calvin Klein."And it isn't ready yet?" he joked as he climbed into the limo."No, silly." She relaxed a bit. His joke was lame, but at least he hadn't bolted yet. "I just found out the conditions his workers live in. He's using 3rd world.