He - well, SHE - looks like she's having a baby. I giggle. That's right, Rob would have the babies now - as well as the periods.I see my own pretty fa...e frown at me. I'm better looking than I thought! Rob was right about that. I didn't believe him. I guess I was insecure about my looks."Please don't giggle! You make me sound like a sissy," Rob says in my voice. God, I didn't know my voice still had such a touch of Charleston. Rob doesn't sound nearly as impressive without his ringing baritone,. She wears a satin red dress with lavish jewels adorning her neck and ears. Her hair is long and dark like mine. Her eyes match my shade of blue. She looks like me! "Damian?" I turn to him, eyes wide."I know it is a shock, my dear. Sit with me and allow me to explain."He leads me to a plush couch in front of one of the bookcases, facing the portrait."Who who who ... is ... she?" I stutter."She is your ancestor, on your father's side, from a very long time ago and the only other love of my. ? He placed a big gnarled hand on her bare knee. ?You don’t mind me saying that, I hope? You do have superb legs.? He gave her knee a squeeze.Chrissy forced herself to smile. ?Thank you,? she mumbled.?I’m thirty-two, by the way.? After this there was a long, awkward silence. Finally Chrissy broke it by asking a question.?Where did the other guy go???Marco? He’s checking up on your story. He’s still hoping we have the right Chrissy Rodriquez, the millionaire’s daughter.??No, I told him,? said. ” As I nothing better to do I accepted her offer and followed her up to her flat. “Make yourself comfortable Mike,” she said, “I’ll put the kettle on.” Our flats are open plan so from the couch, I had a good view while she bustled about in the kitchen. I could see she had a tidy pair of legs and an impressive bust.When she got back with the coffee we sat and chatted and she told me she’d moved up from the West Midlands and, as she hadn’t got to know the rest of her neighbours yet, she was.