He immediately spotted the newpanties on his dresser, grinned and slipped them on. He was nowstanding in his closet looking at his clothes deciding wh...t to wear. Iwas fascinated as I watched the whole show. He was still complainingthat he did ?not have anything to wear? as he selected another silkshirt, then put on his black lien slacks and was trying to choose whichloafers to wear when he remembered his red toes. He stared for severalminutes at his toes, then quietly slipped his feet into the. He had trusted the man and considered him a brother. What brother would seduce his brother’s wife under his brother’s own roof?It wasn’t a petty rivalry that drove Jean to hate Jacques le Gris. It was not the favoritism shown to him by the Count, nor was it his growing power and wealth that aroused the Lord of Carrouges to despise him so. It was that Jacques le Gris had seduced and bedded Jeanne, his beloved wife.When he had discovered the truth, he confronted his wife. She made no effort to. Lynn groaned. Except for muffled voices from elsewhere in the building, the room was quiet. ‘Ladies, you started this. So whose idea?’ Lynn pointed a finger and Sherrie sheepishly lifted her hand. ‘What now?’ Sherrie asked. ‘You got the ball rolling, where do you want it to go?’ It was Sherrie’s turn and she was in the hot seat. ‘I Don’t Know!’ she wailed. Her pause became uncomfortable, so she continued. ‘We knew about your Uncle’s money and thought we’d help.’ ‘What about me? What do I want,. A bit of imagination, a good builder and enough time. You haven’t seen it all yet.”Leaving Candy parked for a moment Marsha crossed the room and pressed a button. The bed folded itself up against the wall. “In case we need some space someday. Watch this.” She pressed another button and the bathroom door opened and the hoist mechanism ran out, swinging along the beam.“With this thing, you can be hoisted out of the bed and carried into the bathroom without touching the ground. That’s until your.