”“You’ve really got it in for him, Lawrence. Is it just because of what he did to my mum? Did you find anything to suggest he’d been like that...with other women?” Catherine looked at me.This was the moment to come clean, to admit who I was and to walk away from her. I was a coward. “No. It’s just good-looking blokes seem to have it all, and don’t realize the value. Let’s not talk about him anymore. His ghost has been over us long enough. I want to know about you.”We continued our life stories. He takes the reins and we head down the path. My eyes scan every inch of his body as he walks, noting the differences between him and Richard. Tom walks tall with pride, despite his social position. I admire that in him. He has a peaceful presence and I enjoy his quiet company. However, I now long to hear his deep, rich voice."Let's stop for a bit, Tom," I request.He pulls the horse up to a tree, and ties him up, then moves towards me to help me down. "Let's sit, Tom." Yes, ma'am," he says,. He got our clock going five years ago and it stopped several months ago and dad and uncle Leo failed to get it to go again.’ ‘But I can fix the clock without having to come to dinner.’ ‘You always were a cold ass prick Jack Redman.’ Cool Jack lost his cool and was about to erupt but thought that was inappropriate behavior. God he’d matured. ‘Addison honey, what time should I arrive for dinner?’ She said 7:00 would be fine. ‘Can we screw in your bedroom after dinner?’ ‘It is a bad time for me.’. “You bastard,” she said softly, “you want him to see my pussy.”He shrugged again and reached for the button to close the dark glass behind the chauffeur, isolating them in the back seat.“Leave it open,” she whispered. She sipped her wine and pulled her skirt to the top of her thighs.“Higher,” he said.She lifted her ass off the seat and pulled her skirt up around her waist, exposing all of her lower body. She stared at him, suddenly getting a real kick out of the raunchy situation. She hadn’t.