Smith."The door opens, and I smell the sweet scent of vanilla. I snap my head around to see this beautiful woman, Ms. Smith isn't really all that tall... maybe five feet six, 120 pounds, long reddish hair, and big beautiful dark brown eyes. "Hi Mr. Fields, I'm Anna Smith. I hope I'm not disturbing you."I'm standing here just staring at this gorgeous creature. The thoughts of me pushing everything off my desk and slamming her on top of my desk creeps in to my mind. The thought of what sex I'm more. The truck looked a picture now, clean tidy and serviced, Jim left the lad with it, repainting the tyres, the finishing touch. He strode back to the house for his camera, in the kitchen sat Beryl pouring coffee for him, on the table in full view… the diary… he stopped dead in his tracks blushing, he had remembered it and the contents. He could see by her face that she had read it. She pointed to a chair and said “Sit…” it was a command not a request. He sat. In silence she sat for a moment then. She liked those monikers and told Ryan that’s what she wanted to be for the rest of time. She declared to him that she was henceforth a ‘hot wife fuck machine’, and he’d be expected to be only one of the many men she wanted to have bring her pleasure. She winked at me so I knew she was teasing, but Ryan wasn’t so sure.I worried that Ann was pushing him too far, but he seemed to roll with everything she said, with only the occasional retort that often involved comparing her to Jasmine in some. Mr. Martin was telling the others that my father’s share of the estate was forty-four percent, the same percentage as Mr. Arthur Peoples, who was being represented by Ms. Kindle, his daughter, was entitled to receive. In addition to Ms. Whitney, there were three other females in the group. I wondered which one was Ms. Kindle. Mr. Martin then introduced the others. Ms. Dickens represented the friends of the public library, which was to receive three percent of the proceeds from the estate. Ms..