I’m a lot taller than she is, and am used to walking pretty fast, and it takes a conscious effort for me to slow down to her pace. We got to the par... about 6:30, and Jen was all smiles. There was just enough of a breeze blowing to keep things pleasantly cool, and I had chosen to wear shorts and a t-shirt for this excursion, I’ve never seen Jen in shorts, and doubt that she owns any, she was in her now-typical jeans and a shirt, a t-shirt today. The grass was soft and cool, and I pulled off my. “What’s wrong?” Gabriella whispered in concern, shocked by the abrupt shift in our demeanors.I took a deep breath, really trying to not get emotional myself. “My mom wrote this,” I said simply. “We both recognize her handwriting.”Her emerald eyes widened in surprise. “Oh.” Her expression dropped. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.Serenity shook her head, taking a deep breath as she let go of my hand to wipe her eyes. I went ahead and let go too, deciding to shift into gear and begin pulling out,. Thisstory is copyright (c) 2014 Amy Komori. All rights reserved.Chapter One:We Were Rich OnceThe next few days were pretty shitty. I mean, like really majorlyshitty. If you already had this big pile of shit and then you pooped onit and then an elephant pooped on it, too, you'd have a lot less shitthan what I dealt with thanks to Dallas. I was totally furious withher.After word of Dally-Dall's nude portrait of me (which was probably thebest painting I'd ever seen from her but which I had never. It didn’t take long, for there was a smokin hot woman that was surrounded by older men, she was probably around twenty-one, twenty-three tops, drawing attention being dressed more like a super model than anything else, putting most of the other women to shame. You could tell she was not Jewish just by the clothes she wore. Well honestly it was really a conservative woman’s Business Suit, but on her, well it might have been a thirteen-year-old’s boy’s wet dream.Since they were the guests of.