Hope you have a great party.’ ‘Could you carry the cake in for me, dear? I’m so afraid I’ll drop it.’ More likely you’ll forget to take it... is was Joyce was thinking. But she was so resigned to having completely failed to get Christmas set up for Christina—having remembered when she thought back on taking Mrs. Devan Christmas shopping that afternoon that she’d forgotten to buy the gift for Christina she’d thought so long and hard on getting—that she merely smiled and opened her car door. ‘Sure. He was already getting her superannuation. Now with his significant Army pension, retiring as a Colonel with 30 years' service, he had more money coming in than he could possibly spend and that didn't count his investments.He was a multi millionaire but with no partner to share his life, no family and few friends because of all the moving he'd done as part of his service. Sure he'd made lots of friends and colleagues from his Army days that would only be too happy to share a glass or three with. " Bethany yawned, "now you got me doing it. I say we wrapthings up here, I don't have anything else, how about you?" "Nothingfrom me, who's visiting who tomorrow," Dylan yawned again, "sorry notsure what going on here." "I'll come here," a yawning Bethany "and bringthe rest of the clothes, okay?" Dylan nodded yes as another yawnprevented him from speaking, getting off Bethany and helping her up fromthe chair.They hugged, kissed, both wanted to say more but were afraid to put intowords, it was. Initially, we talked about me using my photographic skills to spiff up her online profile. As we talked more, however, another plan emerged.E had married young, and while mostly faithful with the same guy all along, she was very restless. She'd talked to her doctor about plastic surgery that would turn her into, in her words, a MILF. The list of augmentations, tucks, and implants was impressive, but hey, if her husband was willing to pay for them, who am I to harsh her dream? Over the month we.