It cannot be sold without my signature, or as the saying goes, over my dead body. My children and wife have both tried multiple times to liquidate it ...iven its prime location in the center of the most expensive real estate in the city. I seriously meant it what I said. Without my signature they would require DNA verification from a rotting corpse to close the deal to sell the storage facility,” he told us. “Most find that idea quite morbid and that was the very point. Their greed will be. My father took my things down to her house by car, and I drove my own motorbike there. My aunt was called Jeanette and she was French. My father had wooed her when he had sailed over to Cherbourg in his yacht. She was twelve years younger than he had been, and was now in her mid thirties was still looking good. She was tall with long legs and still had firm breasts.We got on well in her four bedroom house. They hadn't had any children so we were by ourselves. Nothing happened for the first two. Once they were on the road Robbie looked at Jade, "I am so sorry Jade, I didn't mean to hurt you that much."Jade nodded, "It's not all your fault I made the bet. I just wanted to scam you into not folding."Robbie nodded, "I didn't want to but when you mentioned all of the times you hurt me. I always liked you Jade before Beck before the group I liked you. When you insult me it hurts so much."Jade was in shock, "You like me?" Robbie nodded. "Why haven't you told me?"Robbie scoffed, "You would. Despite your intense training your body was kept lean, with the muscles seeming to accentuate your figure beautifully, you also had a tan from being outside so often. Your face was picture of feminine charm, seeming sharp and smooth, beautiful blue eyes decorated your face and golden hair that you always kept on a ponytail fell down your back. Your chest was rather large, filling a C cup nicely, you also had a perfect bubble butt that a coin could bounce on. You were proud of your body, but.