So I wrote her a story. And this is what happened.I booked into Prestonfield House, a very beautiful, and wildly expensive hotel in Edinburgh, and mad... sure that not only had they put a bottle of chilled champagne on ice in the room, but I'd paid them to get their florist, Maxwell Flowers, to make a beautiful arrangement of flowers in the room too. The blooms were perfect, just emerging, and their scent filled the suite with their erotic charge.I'd also arranged with the staff that we would. " I followed him into the living room, the stale smell hitting my nostrils as we walked through the house. The layout of the house was exactly the same as mine, the decor however was much different. Greeny/grey wallpaper lined the walls, and a thick yellow colored carpet covered the floor, impossible that this room could have ever looked nice. We sat for a while in an awkward silence, neither of us really knowing what to say. I started off by asking about him and his wife, he went on to tell me. I slipped on a pair of 5 inch black heels and stood in front of my floor length mirror. I thought to myself "My God Chrissie you look so damned hot." I wasn't sure what the night my bring but I was certain that I was ready for anything.I arrived at that Alt-Club where we agreed to meet about 15 minutes late. As fabulous as I looked I was quite sure I was worth the wait. The club valet parked my car and spent a fair amount of time running his eyes over my body, up and down and front and rear. I. Maguire, who had a big smile on his face."Ladies, please let me explain. Mike was a very successful businessman and when he retired, he had me invest his savings and did very well to increase his portfolio. Since he had no children and Mary had passed away, he had no one to leave his money to. As each of you became a part of his life, he would contact me to change his will to include each of you in it. When each of you became pregnant there was another change to include his children. Yes, I.