"Hi hun. These came for you."Simon took them and forced a smile. Rhea noticed the hesitancy and scowled slightly. "Any problems?"Simon shook his head ...uickly. "Oh no. But you know banks. Every twenty seconds, here's a statement. Anyway, how was your day?"Rhea glowered at her dogmatic daughter who had wrapped her tiny arms around her father's waist. "Fine until this one started in the park." Oh, Izzy," Simon said to their daughter, who feigned ignorance at the suggestion she had been. ’ He winked to the matronly woman. ‘I dare say it will not last until the main course, but it will satisfy and leave you begging for more.’ ‘Ooo . . . .’ Anthony stepped back, prideful heart beating as his guests all but set upon the new treat like vultures upon a fresh kill. His return to the kitchen was scarcely noticed. The pate was all that occupied them, inspiring more moans, murmurs, and comments of approval. Once more within the center of his abode, the room within which his skill was. "Hi. I'm Marcia. What's your name?" asked one of the girls. Iwas very nervous, standing in front of two pretty girls while wearing askirt, and found I couldn't speak properly. "D-d.." I stammered. "Oh,Didi, that's a nice name," laughed Victoria. "It's lucky you weresomewhere we you could see Sarah Jane's predicament and be able to helpher. Do you like watching girls?" I felt myself blushing furiously. "Anddo you like the school uniform?" giggled Marcia. "Come on, let's sort outyour hair. It's. “Should I open this file?” I asked her once.“What does it say?” she asked, leaning in. Topless, of course.“It says, DO NOT OPEN,” I said offhand.“What did the bank account files say? Did you ask Mr. Arnovsky?” she asked, as if she’d never fucked him.“Seems like they were some kind of alphabetical code,” I said. “Not sure.”Stacy was already on the phone.“Hi! Chuck? Stacy,” she said, sounding much more like the equal I intended her to be. “Dad has a question for you.”Handing me the phone, I was.