“I’m off to see Jill.”“I’m not sure that’s such a smart thing to do,” she advised, her face showing more concern and emotion than at any...time earlier this evening.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, giving her a look that matched my confidence. “No, I understand why you’d say that. But I know now what I need to say to Jill and what I need to do.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I vaguely knew the guy on the door, and he sure looked surprised to see me. Maybe I was being. Finish?" You really want to know such a thing?" I asked, letting my incredulity with the situation show for a second.She kind of giggled and shrugged, and, probably unconsciously, brought her legs together a bit. "You don't have to tell," she said, "I'm just being nosy."I tried to smile back at her, but wondered if it came off as that standard horny-male-with-only-one-thing-on-his-mind look, as she got a funny look on her face, and turned away. So I said, "look, Denise, this is all very. He was named Baron von Wurtenberg. All this dry history is by way of saying that this title has been in existence continuously for over 300 years. I would not like it to fall into disuse – to disappear."The only change for you would be that you would inherit my holdings directly on my death. Your last name would be changed. You would in effect, get your divorce, and then disappear from the public record. I suggest that you would move to Europe, to Lichtenstein. This would be an unexpected bonus. I looked around and it was just a white out, and as if the silence could render the sound of falling snowflakes, the sound of the cubical door closing in the toilet, was more welcome and I wasted no time in following him down into the piss smelling toilet.I dropped onto my knees and looked under each cubical in turn until I saw his feet, then went into an adjacent cubical, and coughed, to let him know I was there and a female, by that brazen approach, there was no room for error, and to.