‘Yeah, Zack. Hi.’ Zack smiled gently at Adele, ‘How are you today?’ Adele blushed and looked away, hiding her face with her hair and trying to...control her shaking. ‘I’m fine. You?’ ‘I’m doing fine thanks. Beautiful day today.’ ‘Love the sun.’ Adele said as she looked up at the sky, avoiding Zack’s gaze. ‘Adele? I think that’s a pretty name. It suits you.’ Adele blushed again and started to shiver more violently, ‘Thanks.’ She took her mail and almost ran up the stairs to her unit. Closing the. Jon however was sitting on his sister’s bed, trying to catch his breath, to slow his pounding heart and to rationalize everything. Trying to keep cool, but once he saw that he was sitting on a pile of Meredith’s panties he started to get excited again. First because he had fantasized about his sister and had on many occasions sniffed her panties. Had, as a child, let her boss him around. Jon’s sister, her panties, her piss and streaks of soiled thongs were 2nd on the list of things he jacked. "Treat her nice, she's a keeper. What can I do for you Aston?" "Make sure the guys know she is with me and to treat her right. Thank you for doing that." "No problem. Go out and find yourself a nice lounge, have a few drinks and dance your heart out." Aston and I left the office and wandered around the club. "I don't want a lounge on the dance floor, he said. "The first and only time I was in one, there was a fist fight and one of the men ended up on my table. His drunk girlfriend panicked and. Those women who had procured the downfall of Fortescue sighed with wistful pleasure, some with a genuine sexual arousal manufactured by the spite which had grown within them, when they read in the morning papers of the discovery of a badly decomposed body found in the Thames, believed to be that of one William Fortescue esquire due to the artefacts found within the mildewed clothing on the unrecognisable corpse. Those women knew that Fortescue still breathed and that the body was the remains of.