She averaged one sale every two months. She told me that was a lot better than a lot of her competitors. When the axe fell I wasn’t surprised. The p...rachute wasn’t gold, more like copper, but it was still more than I expected. I hung around until noon my last day, mostly saying goodbye, until I couldn’t take another handshake or hug. Despite being unemployed, we weren’t in bad shape. The house was paid for, as were two of our cars, my motorcycle, and her sailboat. She grew up sailing, but I got. Then she was like, “Ok, never mind. I’ll go. I’m not that pretty after all and I’m your sister. Right!” and was about to leave. That’s when I grabbed her hand, hugged her from back and whispered in her ear, “Who said you aren’t pretty?? I would fuck you every minute, 24*7 if you ask and besides, I love you.”She moaned a sweet whisper and smiled, which I took as a signal. I made her turn to my side and locked her lips with mine. She then started her game. She pushed me on to my bed, unzipped my. The countess returned a smile, curtseyed again as an expression of hergratitude and departed. Upon her exit, one of the guards stationedoutside the door fell in beside her and delivered her to the receptionarea. The Countess hurried back to her apartment, dropped her cape andpurse on the settee and went to her desk, where she penned a note.Calling her maid, she directed her, "Jeana, you must take this message toSir Reginald, the Captain of the Palace Guard. I am not sure where youwill find. Well, he didn’t intend to. ‘I just put in your toast.’ He stopped at the door, his curious hazel eyes turning to meet Iverlei’s gaze. Her wide, doe eyes were the color of the darkest coal, and glistened like glossy marbles. She wore an oversized community service tee shirt that was damp in places, clinging to her soft brown thighs. She was short in stature, almost a full foot smaller than him. Ace wet his bottom lip with his tongue unconsciously. ‘Not hungry.’ Ace was a mystery to Iverlei. His.