What I want from you is honest advice about what you would do as an accountant if it were your decision. What I do with that advice, follow it, ignore...it, do the opposite, is no concern of yours. Reasons of state may demand a less cost-effective answer than you recommend." May I ask how, sir?" Derek essayed, tentatively."Well, if you say scrap the Concorde, I will. If you say change the Airbus fleet to Boeings, I won't. In the first case, nobody minds, and the British might welcome not having. Katy was happy with the way everything had gone, especially pleased that Cliff had behaved himself. She then recapped for Dillon the highlights and lowlights of her divorce. She was relieved she would not have to deal with Cliff again.When the pitcher was empty, Sonia excused herself. “Well, I’m going to turn in,” she said, as she stood up. “It’s been a crazy few days. Goodnight Sis. Goodnight Dillon, and thank you again for your eulogy. Everyone agreed it was wonderful. C.J. would have been so. Right as the credits started Linda whispered softly into my ear if Holly was my girlfriend. “Na, she’s just a friend, she’s got her eyes on somebody else” I told her. “Good” she said, taking my hand in hers and leaning back to watch the movie.It was a surprisingly good show, much darker than anything I had expected from Jim Henson. This was definitely not a “k**s movie”. I barely even realized when Linda had moved my hand down onto her thigh (which were covered by those spray-on jeans that only. She forced herself to step back and look at Patsy's naked body. "Oooo, you're gorgeous... so sexy."Her eyes fell to Patsy's long legs, enhanced by the boots. She swallowed the lump in her throat and found the thick patch of dark blonde pussy hair that decorated Patsy's cunt."God, we're both blondes, but compared to you I'm bald between my legs."Patsy swooned, her eyes floating to Cissy's silky blonde pussy mound. "You'll get more. I used to be the same way." She winked. "Us blondes usually take.