"What does my darling and so-generous husband think I would think? My love, that's the finest hotel in Paris. And we have a suite? My darling, it's ut...erly superb. But why, my dearest?" Honey, I didn't really think it through. But I guess what I was thinking about was the fact that your parents threw you out on the street after you had been so terribly beaten. Susan told me it was because of your punishment coupled with the masses of scar tissue. They were convinced that it would be impossible. Maybe one of the smaller regional or boutique firms buys the assets for a song to gain a larger foothold, but why would DCP sell Lone Star on the cheap? Once again, I’m convinced we’re missing something.”“Cincinnati?” Deborah asked.“Braun’s kid? It’s possible, but the issues are still the same.”“Could someone resurrect it?”“I suppose, but it would be a bad bet. They could improve the odds slightly if they kept Nathan Edwards and made him the figurehead, but even then, the odds of success are. I couldn’t resist beating one off in excitement the second she responded – my sexual fantasies becoming reality after all that time. Shortly after that I let my girlfriend go, and eagerly waited until time came for me to take the trip downstairs to her apartment to merge my tongue with her holes. We didn’t talk to each other for days after that, until one Friday night when she asked me if I wanted to come over to get fucked up, just the two of us. I texted back “hell yeah,” got some whiskey. Celia explained that, the slip apart, the rest of my underwear was a duplicate set to that I would be wearing on Sunday. They helped me into it, adjusting the bra' and suspenders as necessary, to fit my frame, then came the real trial. Carefully, they helped me into the slip and the dress arranging the veil over my head with a plain satin covered tiara that matched my dress, pulling the train out behind me, and fitting the shoes over my silk stockinged feet. The dress scooped low across the top.