She had a sallow face and framed by short, black hair that look particularly unflattering on her. She was a troll. But I had no idea you had such prom...sing research. When I found out, I wanted to get in as an investor. We welcome your money, I grinned. Right, honey? We do? Alice asked, her eyes wide. If you say so, honey. Okay, everyone, I said. Various drinksbeer, wine, iced tea, or lemonadehad been served to the nineteen people crowding our living room. Lets get started with the presentation.. . well, Pat. Except more comfortably. ‘So, got any money left?’ Gail asked. She had offered to chip in, but Pat wouldn’t hear of it. ‘Some. Not much though.’ ‘Any chance you’ve got one of your dad’s credit cards?’ Pat shook her head. ‘No. If I need anything past my basic expenses . . . sorry, I mean my allowance, then I have to requisition it. Gail started to chuckle, then slowly she stopped. ‘Wait, you’re serious?!’ ‘He still has carbon-copy versions of the forms.’ Pat was actually blushing. “Haha!” Miles protested, not lasting long before his pregnant MILF of a wife got his woody at least a little stiff.“Oh, did I do that?” Pamela giggled while making out with her husband, “Glad to know that you still want a trip to Cougarville, population one.”“Hey, that particular wildcat is always my favorite pussy,” Miles joked between bites of the deep dish, Chicago-style, pepperoni and black olives pizza.“Well, don’t forget that this kitty has claws, and if you stroke the fur just right, you. That would hold us over until I could get us in to see my doctor and get her on something more appropriate. I took the opportunity to give my sister a call. I hadn't talked to her since our mom's funeral. I can't say I was surprised by what she had to say. Blame everyone else and take no responsibility for your own actions always seemed to be the creed she lived by. I so much wanted to call her a liar when she made the claim that Beth was the town whore since I knew first hand she wasn't, but.