”“Thank you, Mr. Echeveria,” Jerome answered and turned to Mrs. Carling handing her his card. “Jerome Washington, attorney at law, Ma’am.”...��I see, Mr. Washington. Could you state your business, please?”“I am here to serve Mr. Westbrook with papers. It is a private matter and I chose to do it here rather than at his private residence.”Mrs. Carling’s eyes narrowed. “You can leave those papers with me, Mr. Washington.”“Yet I need Mr. Westbrook to sign this receipt in person,” Jerome answered. Putting balm and a plaster he let her sleep it off.The next morning seeing her nose was realigned and the bruises were almost gone, she realised her grandfather had help her out. Getting out of bed she dressed herself and went to get some breakfast. Grandfather was sitting outside on his chair, She asked if he wanted anything. Asking for a coffee with breakfast, she made breakfast and coffee. Calling him in they sat and enjoyed breakfast together.Annie then told her grandfather what occurred. That would be hell for me,” Hank agreed, as he came at last inside the woman that he didn’t intend to share with anyone, his Carrie ... she might have only one kid with him, given her age, but it would be his kid, not another man’s.“We are quite the double-date set, even without the swinging, not that I’d want to watch my son fuck any more than he wants to watch his mother do so. That would be a squick for me, too, as well as for him. I guess we’re old-fashioned that way, at least for four. Inside the box was a tee, just like the one I was wearing the other day, same concert tee. I couldn't believe it. I mean mine was a good seventeen years old. There was a note with the prettiest handwriting. Guitar ManI am so very sorry for the accident and I wanted to make it up to you.I spent yesterday going to retro stores until I found you a new shirt.I hope you like it.Amber Amber, pretty name I though. Not sure why I didn't ask during the encounter. Then again, I wasn't thinking too.