"Jeff was quiet for a moment, then sighed, "Baby, why do women tend to match-make? Fred is no more interested in that woman than... I don't know an ad...ective that will fit. Hon, he just lost his wife. A wife that he still loves more than life itself. He's just helping Carla and Jessica because he's Fred. Heck, we're doing the same thing. You are. Frank and Margaret have pitched in just like the rest of us."Diana turned in the seat, leaning her back on the door a little so she could face her. He isn't really a bad person ... I think ... but the arrival of Brenda and Gerald has blinded him to the folly in what he is doing. Some large organizations wouldn't waste their money on buying them. Instead they would just step in and take them, hurting who knows whom in the process." I said.The shimmer returned to the man and a folder was suddenly in his lap, he opened it and began reading "Douglas Patrick O'Donnell, born in the United States by Irish parents Patrick and Mary O'Donnell.. But that wasn’t the extent of his plans, not even close. Unlike his father, he had much bigger dreams.Reaching down he picked up what looked like a smart phone and verified his identity with a fingerprint and a retinal scan. The loaded app had only 2 buttons, start and stop. He pressed start then turned his attention to the very large and high resolution monitor in front of him. A display appeared in the bottom corner. ‘Phase 1 active’ showed along with Supergirl’s heart rate, air temperature. I made my way down the hallway, having left the keys. I walked past Malcolm’s room, there was no sound. I entered the spare bedroom to find two pillows and a duvet without covers on a plump looking mattress. I rested my behind on it, it was indeed very comfortable. Running my hand over the duvet, it slowly made its way onto my person and caressed my leg. Tipping my head to one side I brought my hand up the hem of the blouse and carefully felt my pussy. My heart was racing. I was wet. I knew.