He’s yet to make another wish. He won't even talk about it. I think he’s grown comfortable with having me around, almost as if it was a real relat...onship. He still deals with his ex, who tries to contact him all the time. She is going through men, trying to use them up, but still thinks that Nicholas has more money she can suck out of him. They fight on the phone all the time. He refuses to tell her where he lives, or where he works. I fight with myself, wanting to tell him that I can help him. As I leave for work 30 minutes after Brad does, he isn’t sure what I’ll wear, so I took him up on the dare and wore a nicer top, but the same tiny skirt and black hose with no panties, just my shaved pussy for him to see. I no sooner got to my desk than he was there saying he had a few letters to send out. So I grabbed my pen and pad and followed him into his office. I started in a very businesslike way, but when I moved on the chair and my legs opened a bit – for just a second – he. Or he might lose faith in him, and he didn't want that to happen. Their new existence... their place in the social register of Breynar... had become too luxurious, too necessary to give up now... "I have some friends coming to entertain us, Gil," Jenkins had said over a celebration dinner that night in his apartment."Oh... ?" Gil had responded, smiling, but hardly hearing him. He'd been too engrossed with the fantastic profits his first land venture had brought him. Jan had been out of her mind. Curious about the rest of the decor, she looked around the room in which she had slept but with which she hadn’t really had time to become acquainted. It was furnished with antiques. The sleigh-bed was, from all appearances, hand carved, varnished cherry wood. In judicious arrangement, there was an old-fashioned writing table with a delicate upholstered chair, a dresser and an armoire of the same dark, highly polished wood. The shiny hardwood floor was covered with an Oriental rug with a deep.