" Do you have anyone in mind?" Samantha asked, with as much curiosity as she might ask if I had anyone in mind to clean storm drains."Not yet, but Mic...ael taught me to plan for certain contingencies. Smith Holdings needed your husbands once. Next time, you will give me much firmer control of them." You're giving us an opportunity at billions as a contingency?" Samantha asked amazed."No," I said quietly."Then what?" she asked."You belong to me?" Yes," they replied together."I don't need another. Then he mentally slapped himself. Who was he kidding? How long would it be before they were in bed together? Adultery. One of the Top Ten alongside killing, stealing and lying in court. Not a good idea.He went to the window and watched her. She had found the kneeling board, a trowel, a hand fork and a trug, and was setting about weeding the flower border. He wondered what was going through her mind.In fact the answer he would never know was – not a lot! It was as if her life with Peter and her. He stepped inside still undressing her with his eyes. His kind always did. Curiosity and perversity always got the better of them but she didnʼt mind as long as his money was good.“Two hundred and you can do anything you want.”
“You ... you really canʼt feel...” he started.
“Nothing, so whatever you want, any way you want.”
 Lynette maneuvered the wheelchair into the living room. She and Don had bought the house four years ago right after the accident which had left her paralyzed from the waist. The only item of real interest to me in the room was a three-ring binder with information on the S.S. Tahoe. It had pictures, both old ones sailing the lake and shots of the sunken hull. It looked surprisingly intact.I left Ginger to finish scouring the room and sat down at the desk to look the binder over. There were a number of written stories about the four scuba dives down to it. Apparently, because of the altitude of the Tahoe basin and the roughly four hundred-foot depth the hull was.