” He leaned over and kissed her. “Martha.”“Oh, Larry.” This wouldn’t be so bad. It was what she’d wanted for years. She hugged him. He s...oothed his hand down over the nightgown in back. She lay back and pulled the sheet down to her waist. “Do you like it?”“The nightie? Yes. The contents? Very much. I love you.”“And I love you.” At least, he’d looked at the nightgown. And she certainly couldn’t complain that he said he liked her more. When he kissed her again, his hand went to her breast. She. Of course, with his passing everything went to his wife.For a moment I wondered why my grandmother continued to work as she did if she was so well off but quickly remembered that self support was expected of us. We were expected to make our own way through life and not waste any God given talent we may have.When she died, I was her only heir.The money was now mine, although it was tied up in a trust. The trust was very specific on what it would or would not do. There were limits on how much I. In fact, where were her pants? She looked at herself. She had been naked from the waist down. Completely naked. No pants, no anything. Laying there asleep on the sofa with nothing covering her...her...what was all that about? She felt to her breasts, there was no bra. Oh my god! But hang on, no, that was okay, she didn't ever wear a bra with this top because it was halter. But no pants, why no pants?Her head throbbing with both physical and emotional turmoil, she finished, flushed and ran back. .. the Giants ... And the Taliban."Bill was both forthright and surprisingly aggressive. "I haven't even asked the Yankees to surpass the Giants' offer yet," he said. "I'm certain they will, when I do."Bill didn't pronounce "Yankees" like it was a dirty word, the way the Orioles people did. Well, the Twins didn't get stomped on by them nineteen times a year, like the AL East clubs did.Flanagan promptly agreed. "Yeah, you're right. They'll go a little higher," he said.It might have been a good.