The door clicks, and Brad steps inside; his gaze falls on me and he gives an appreciative smile, "Let me look at you."I stand up and slowly rotate to ...how myself to him at all angles, Brad steps closer with a metallic jingle and sweeps my hair back from my neck. Gently, he clips a collar around my neck before smoothing my hair back into place, he leads me over to the bed and hands me the glass of wine before taking off his jacket and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. He sits down. All of them were bronze skinned beauties from working on the yard and spending part of each weekend at the city pool. The pool gave the girls a chance to meet boys and work on their tan at the same time.The girls had set up their mother on the internet and she had met a number of men over the years. The latest was a successful businessman who had his own Marketing Firm. He had been corresponding with Sara for about a year. They had made visits to each other's cities about once a month;. He headed into his bedroom and closed the door.Morning light woke Rich. He slipped into jeans and shirt. In the living room, Gretchen was sound asleep on the sofa bed. He sat in a plush chair and regarded her.She stirred and woke with a start. "Oh, Rich," she said on seeing him. "Did you ever wake up and for an instant not know where you were or how you got there? That just happened to me. What are you doing?" I was watching you sleep," he replied. "You looked so sweet and innocent..."She. This wouldn’t stop.“Play in reverse chronological order.”“Message four. Received two hours and sixteen minutes ago. Audio only.”Peter’s voice surprised me.“MARTIN! For the love of Christ, would you call us back?! Girls are going spare up here. Call the office. Fuck, call anyone. Your mum, for all I care.”“Message ends. Message three. Received four hours ago. Audio only.”“This is John Stein, just trying this number. I am hoping to reach ... Reginald. It is urgent that he contact me. My number is.