He'd taken me to the back garden only four times in the sunshine and with my legs tied. It was the first time he did that when I'd seen vast countrysi...e through a gap in the hedge, I still had no idea where I was. I'd lost so much weight by the third month he fed me more regularly and often brought me treats.He shared cups of tea with me while I sat on his knee and he'd let me have a newspaper if he was in a good mood. He made a point of pointing out all the awful things people were doing. Initially, the tiny lacy things she wore underneath made her self-conscious, but as the three talked and joked she’d had started to enjoy the attention she was getting from the two men.Yes, she knew how dirty younger men thought. John had certainly filled Ken in about the milf he’d been seeing. The assumption excited her some and after their social time with Ken was through, John would take care of her in the privacy of the room she'd rented just upstairs. So the drinks flowed and the innuendos. Don't mind me buttin' in, willya? I'll go make the tea." There was an ominous tone of foreboding in her voice that made Jill shiver.In his sumptuous suite at the Fairmont Towers, Ernesto Garcia was having a quiet but intent conversation with the burly printer, Jack Dawson. They were examining a lithograph together."Genius. Absolute genius, Jack. This is your best device to date," Garcia enthused. He had carefully peeled back the outer bond paper on which the Miro painting had been lithographed.. And don’t worry, I won’t be drinking," and with that she hung up. I got home a little after an hour later. Sally had already headed out with her girlfriends. It was Lisa's 21st birthday. Lisa was Sally's best friend. They had been friends since starting school and despite Lisa's family having moved away for a while, they kept in touch. Lisa came back (without her parents) about 3 years ago, about the same time Sally's mother died. Jilly, my wife, took ill several years ago. Sally and I knew we.