.. prop-er-ty. You buy her, she is yours for all things...”I caught that implication. I also caught a bit of desperation as his eyes darted around t...e somewhat busy parking lot.“How much?”“¿Qué?““Uh, dinero.”“Four hundred dollars.”I was stunned but kept that to myself. I figured a few thousand, maybe. Okay, think ‘fire sale’. He’s REALLY looking around.“Too much. She is too young and too skinny and too small. One hundred dollars.” I don’t think he caught onto my descriptors, but a hundred. The other one just kind of happens.”“Exactly. Now, with the husband, I have to be reasonably sure I’m not going to mess up their relationship. So to me, that means he has to affirmatively say ‘yes’, not just say ‘OK’ or that he doesn’t care, or ‘she can do what she wants’.”“I never thought about things that way. That’s how my friend I told you about ended up doing it when she was, uhm, younger. She and a guy were just fooling around but got so excited they did it. He felt really bad afterwards,. Beneath her prim and oh-so-proper outfit, she'd only been wore transparent thigh-high stockings with a black garter belt, and tiny, barely-there black thong panties. Hooking her thumbs into the wispy waistband of the panties, she pulled them away as well, revealing the curly fringe of her blonde muff, already damp with depraved desire."Nice, huh?" Helen said mischievously. She spread her legs apart just a touch wider, giving her son an even better view of her moist slit. "I missed having you. Eileen was there, along with Chrissy Hannigan, who seemed to be all but living at our house these days.I said a quick "Hello," to Chrissy, then spoke to Eileen. "I had a crazy idea just now. Do you think you could learn this piece on the piano?" I handed her the sheet music.Eileen looked at me doubtfully. "I dunno ... why?" Just an idea I had for a little collaboration," I grinned.My sister appeared on the verge of saying no, when Chrissy stepped in and saved the day."Why not, Eileen? Give it a.