There would be no more private schools, no more designer clothes, and no more recreational drugs.Amy's mother, at my suggestion, would probably become...a thousand-a-night "escort" in D.C. and Baltimore; she had no other talent, but in bed she was wonderful. I had enjoyed her many times as the family's lawyer.In came Amy, carefully dressed, her hair perfect of course, and her maturing body ripening rapidly. "Hi, Uncle Jack," she greeted me, and I waved her to a chair and quickly told her the. ..you're actually not supposed to open the underwear before you buy it," Joe said. A thought struck him. "How old are you, buddy?" he asked."I'm seventeen," Kyle said, embarrassed."Really?" Joe asked. He started to inch away from Kyle. "I would have never guessed you were so...you don't seem that young." I know," Kyle said. "When I look at my face in the mirror, I see a thirty-five year old, or something." He stared at the floor and gulped."I wouldn't go that far," Joe said softly. He. Her voice was slurred, buttons were dont up proper, so I figure, he was being thanked for a nice evening.She cam einto the living room, rumpled miniskirt(damn, she had nice thighs), and a lot cut snug tank top with very thin straps. She had a body to show off, slightly tipsy(?), she plopped in beside me, and sat very proper (legs together), and looked me in the eye:Hiiiiiii!Eww, your buzzed and drunk, I commentedI most certainly am, she smiled, dont tell mom, as she tried to purse her lips to. That Thursday I called him and told him, “This weekend you’re mine.” And hung up. After work Friday I went to the airport and hopped my Delta flight to BellaDonna. “Are you gonna pick me up?” I sent even though I knew he had no idea what I was talking about. “From where?” Told you.Me: The airportKev: Where?Me: BellaD foo. I been waitin for my bags, now come get meKev: Your not serious.Me: I’m dead ass lol come on.He called me and asked me what was beside the airport. I told him a McDonald’s.