The old man never lived down the shame his son had brought down on the family, and he died of a simple cold in early 1859.In the meantime, Priscilla's...own father had recovered from his ill-fated infatuation, both mentally and financially. He was mortified over his daughter's misfortune which he rightly saw as his fault. He supported her as best he could but he, too, died in late 1859. He showed his love by leaving his estate in a trust. The trustee, Lord Lambert, would dole out the interest. I was simply napping when they came in the room. I woke to see them both standing over me. “Well this is once, that you can hover,” I said.“I can see you are going to milk this for all it’s worth,” Thia said with tears in her eyes.“I am. So how is your friend Jane,” I asked.“She is down the hall. she is just in for observation. She got a nasty bump on the head. She said to tell you. ‘Don’t you dare sign anything. You can not sign away Jon inheritance,’ were her exact words.”“Even after two. The little field was a clearing about 50 meters around at the end of a deadend dirt road. It wasn't much, but it was private and only a few minutesaway, so it was a good place to start.As we headed out the driveway, I pulled a joint out of my purse and firedit up. Bob kept eyeing me up as I handed it to him. When we got to thelittle field we finished the last of the joint."How do I look?" I asked."HOLY SHIT!!!! You Look Great, Jimmy!!" Susan" I interrupted.He smiled "HOLY SHIT!!!! You Look. He winced, but not from pain. It was from the complete surprise at what she was doing."K-k-kiss me, Bob!" she said again.She didn't wait, but started raining kisses on any part of his lips she could find with her own."Oh baby," he groaned. "Don't do this."She pulled her face away a few inches. The fires that raged in her demanded some kind of satisfaction. She didn't know what that was, but she knew she needed something important from this man, and he wasn't cooperating."Either k-k-kiss me or.