"I'm ... well off. My family is in ship building, you see, and I was given a piece of the company when I was a child. I got more as I got older, as gi...ts from Uncles and grandparents. Then, on my majority, I received an even larger chuck of stock." Well off? You are rich?" Kat was surprised. Shocked even. She had never known anyone who was rich. Her parents had been poor, though it didn't really register to her at the time. She had lived a hand-to-mouth existence for a couple of years before. ’ The four of us laughed.Eliza was wearing a sun dress. She kept it on when she climbed into bed, but Michael stripped to his boxer shorts and t-shirt, while I was so tired, I flopped straight into bed and was nearly out in seconds. Eliza was in the middle, between Michael and I, and I fleetingly hoped I wasn’t taking up too much space as I lost consciousness.I awoke sometime later—an hour, or two—to a gentle moaning on my right. Rubbing my eyes, I turned over. Oh god, was someone feeling sick?. Four oh four. He responded to her smile with a chuckle; she wasn't being as petulant as her words implied. "No you weren't. I know better than to think that. You would have stewed, and fretted, and paced, for another half hour at least. Sorry, though. Whitney from P&G called, I had to take it, I went to the conference room for a little quiet. Good news is, I think we're in perfect shape now, probably better than when we started. I couldn't get a straight answer from them what exactly it was you. She had the small butt plug in her ass. That wasn’t there when we put her to bed. I smiled as I walked past her into the kitchen.My mother was sitting on a kitchen chair, drinking coffee, and looking at her cell phone. “Good morning. Your father left instructions for Tiffany on the table,” she smiled politely at me as she passed the paper to me. She stood up and said she had made breakfast for me. That was nothing unusual. My mom always made breakfast for us when we were home from school. She.