. PLEASE ... let me spend a little of my money on someone that isn't dying, and will benefit from what I can do for her. The doctors are all in agreem...nt. There are no miracle operations, or space age drugs for what's killing me, and I'm Ok with that. What I'm not Ok with is dying with a fortune in a bank, doing nobody any good, and it getting cut up and handed out to strangers after they bury me."Mr. Clarke. I'm an orphan. I've got, literally, no one to leave anything to. If I spend some money. Excited. I should stop but.. Ican't... damn it.. I'm such a slut... I pull my lips away and rest my headagainst his chest, struggling to regain control..."Come on Angela," he says gently prising my arms from him. "Time to sitdown.. I think you may have drunk a little too much..." Sorry.." I reply softly. "I.. I got carried away..." It's okay.. I think you really did make everyone jealous. Ready to gohome?" he says with a wink. "Everyone will think..."I go beet red. "I know.. oh gods.. I'm. She laughed again and explained she was my grandfathers companion.'Companion', I again queried, to which she unashamedly answered, 'His lover, his mistress', and then she stood aback slightly from me smiling.I found her disarming to say the least, she had an air of cultivation, that was captivating, 'But Granddad is in his sixties, and you are', but she corrected me before I could finish, 's*******n, I am s*******n', and the shock must have registered on my face, she was only three years older. Julia was now 23 and no longer a c***d but inertia and habit kept the marriage together.It was a Friday morning on a lovely warm Spring day. James had called in to Julia’s house about 9.30am expecting her to be home as it was her day off, instead, he found that Julia had been picked up half an hour ago by one of her new co-workers, a fellow called Philippe whose name had come up frequently in Julia’s conversation over the past 3 weeks. James suspected Julia was flirting with Philippe, but.