You have to at least like each other.” He had slipped off the jeans and T-shirt he always wore for work in the garden, and stood there with the swea... and dirt on his skin. “I’ll take a shower first, it’s been hot out there.” “Don’t you dare,” said Sandra, “ I want to be filthy. Just rub yourself all over me. Sweat and all.” She was almost panting, catching her breath with the excitement, as she thought about his sweaty dirty body rolling all over hers. Sandra threw the dress to one side. 'Um, it's..well, I think that this will sound really stupid, but I kind of, like, want to ask you something.' 'There's no such thing as a dumb question. Go ahead.' 'Um, I really like you a lot.' 'Really? Well, I like you, too. Like everyone else I teach,' I said, trying to hide my glee. 'No, I, um, LIKE you. As in, think you're really cute, like you. As in "want to sleep with you" like you.' 'Well, now, that would get both of us in trouble,' I said. 'Not if nobody catches us,' she said. Meghan. But that hundred dollars buys me more than a jimmy-hat, it buys protection. Now I know I'm safe to run my game in the VIP, and if any agent or cop walks in, Tim turns the lights up and keeps them away for a few more precious seconds. I ask him if my spot's free, and he nods. You don't see or hear any of that take place; you're too busy looking past us into the VIP room, wondering what will happen next. The lights here are lower, the music a little softer. I get you a new whiskey on the rocks. Plus he had not received his two thousand a month. I remembered that from my conversations with him. He had told me he'd had to work his butt off to meet some of his bills.Apparently the executor had not only not informed my client of the terms of the will, but was keeping it totally secret from him. Well, I knew enough about probate law in this state to know my client had a good case if he desired to go to court. Taking family to court was a nasty business. It caused all kinds of hard.