''Normally, I'd get a local agent to go along, value them and fax me his report, but the executors are insisting I supervise any valuations personal...y.''Aren't Smith and Jones the executors?''They are, and old man Jones is going to be deliberately awkward, I can tell. He's going to push me all the way before he offers me a partnership.''It'll be worth it though. Me and you, Matt. Partners. Just like we always wanted. Things have worked out pretty good for us. The old bloke popping his clogs. Her sister!“What about my sister?”she asked scared for her as she always was for her“Another was assigned to get her before the mad emperor,she will be safe”This saddened her as she thought about how unfortunate her sister would be considering it was her wedding day and she of all people would miss it and now she too would miss it apparently.All this was too much for her as she sought to what she always did when things spiraled out of her control;sleep.When she came to,they had landed at what. She wondered if it would bepainful, or if death and numbness would come quickly. She heard footsteps,heavy, thundering footsteps. Through the hood, they were muffled slightly,but she felt them and heard them regardless. She knew the window of the doorwould slide back, and he would look in, making sure she was alive. Her body practically went into cardiac arrest when she heard the doorknobsqueak. Oh god, she thought, horrified that death was about to come. But thedoor inched open, and she felt. I can’t wait to get her back to my room and fully enjoy that full, youthful body of hers, to sample that powerful sexual appetite and to watch those orgasms that have only been described to me thus far. But I don’t want to rush things. We have all night, and all weekend, and this piano music is perfect.When the pianist finishes his set, we finish our drinks and make our way up to my suite. We are alone in the elevator, and my hands go to her tush, framed so nicely in the snug dress. I pull her.