“Wha...Who are you?” I finally got out“What do you mean? You are the one who called me!”“I..I never called you!”“Oh but you did you rub ...he coin and now I'm here.”I just stared at him trying to understand what the hell he was talking about. Almost felting like I was going to pass out, he motioned his hand over to me and a chair slide across the floor behind me.“SIT!!!” he said in a stern voiceI slowly sat down in the chair as I keep my eyes on him making sure he didn't make a move. I sat there. "Don't you ever..." she waved her hand over her crotch, mimicking masturbation."Oh, all the time," I said, surprised that I'd actually said it. I don't normally talk like this—to anyone. It's not that I'm a prude, or think it will offend anyone, it's just, you know, not their business. But since Kate had opened up to me, and we were already on our third glass of wine, it just came easier. "I even have a vibrator that I keep in the bedside table that..." ...Wait," she stopped me. "Miles thinks. It was like electricity. He smiled.He began running his fingers up and down my smooth, tanned leg. Going a bit higher every time. “You know Lace, I can’t stop thinking about you, and the fun we had the other day” he said smoothly. He leaned over and kissed my neck, slowly making his way down my collar bone.I laid back onto the bed. My head was spinning with nervous excitement. He got up so he was now sitting beside me on the bed. He noticed my hard little nipples poking out from my nightie. He. Just before his fifty-six birthday, Hank had suffered from a heart attack. Having no way of calling for an ambulance without the authorities finding out what was going on in the house, Rebecca had had to watch her father die. All of his money was in cash in the house, so there was nothing to worry about financially or legally. The three oldest boys had dug a grave for their father in the back yard. Now that there was no father in the house, the three oldest boys would take over his.