She leaned over the counter and whispered "Grandpa is an artist!" she gushed, pride beaming from her eyes. "He says not to tell anyone, 'cause it isn'... seemly for an old man to be..." she wiggled two curled fingers on each hand, "fiddling with that nonsense, but I think he is great! Look." She reached under the counter and pulled out a sheet of paper.Kat was shocked. There, sketched in pencil, was an astoundingly good rendering of her face! It wasn't quite right. He had drawn her as prettier. They passed the collection plate and whispered softly, “Every penny of it, Steven, I want you to put every single dollar in that collection plate.” His hands trembled as he reached for the envelope in his back jeans pocket and he placed it on the pile of fives, tens, and twenties in the red-velvet-lined brass plate. He closed his eyes and begged God for forgiveness, to absolve him of his sins, to release him the sexual sickness that consumed him, that prevented him from forming any sort of. Then, gently Lucan pushed Helena backwards into the straw. Her legs spread out straight. Lucan unfastened the buttons and slowly began to slide them off . Her legs were smooth and wonderfully shaped. Lucan’s boner was rigid, standing freely, proud and tall, the bulbous bell end kissing his belly button. How could I compete with such a monster?! I looked down. I was equally hard-if not even harder than he! I was bigger that I had ever been before, but still no match for big Lucan!Then he. ” Helen nodded. “What’s the most expensive place in town? We’ll start there.”“Metropolitan Grill‘s open.” Julie said, taking out her emerald green iPad.“Do they take reservations?” Helen said, getting up and walking toward the balcony door.“Yeah.”“Perfect. Don’t make one. Call’s going through, just a sec.” Helen started walking toward the master bedroom, speaking Russian to someone, presumably the Boris she’d just mentioned. I turned to Julie.“Do you know what she’s got planned?” I asked.