But the mystery remained. Every man who had visited her mansion, for whatever reason, for the last six months had not returned. One man had gone to wa...h her windows, another to deliver registered mail. There had also been a personal trainer she’d hired, a documentary filmmaker wanting to make a movie about rich women and two Mormons. These were only the ones who could be confirmed as visitors to her mansion. Many other men had also disappeared on the island during that time, and naturally it. ..down...down...down the music stops and she opens her eyes, breaking the kiss. She's flushed, breathing heavily. She's also barely two feet from the floor. I look her in the eyes, smiling, "Is that bad enough?" She doesn't laugh this time, her eyes are dark. Lust. I can smell her. I bring up, and walk arm in arm to the bar. I wave my card, "Table 7. Charge it to my room, please." It's a short walk to the elevator. The doors close, and she kisses me. Seven stories of kissing. In my room, the. I wanted the judge to know that I am a highly decorated veteran. I knew that DNA test would show that the kids were mine. I just wanted to keep Ivy off guard and pissed.In discovery I had to produce the last three years of tax returns. The returns showed that I made ninety-one thousand from Ford, and Ivy made thirty-one thousand two hundred from the bank. With my bonus figured into my weekly total, I would make $1750.00. After taxes I brought home around $1300.00. When the judge agreed with. Let’s go and see what Ron has for us.”Ron was waiting for us and took us into the same room as we’d met with him the last time. He told us that in the bunch of papers that I’d salvaged, he found the name of a lawyer that apparently had done work for Jennifer’s dad. He contacted the lawyer and managed to get some information. My ‘spidy sense’ perked up as I noted the lack of contact with a family member.“Jennifer, what I have to tell you is a bit shocking,” Ron said. Jennifer’s eyes were wide in.