.. I’m Alice,” Alice said. “I’m Abbie’s sister.” She noticed ‘that’ look. “I grew up with Abby ... she’s the only sister I’ve go....“Take it slow with the water ... little sips. Abby? Brandy?”I fetched. Daddy keeps a bottle of Richard Hennessy for occasions. I figured this was one. A splash in a snifter. Mrs Morris had an educated nose.“Oh my god...” A sip. “That’s possibly the best brandy I ever tasted.” She ruminated... “Hennessy...” she looked at the bottle. “Richard ... that’s eight thousand. “Fucking too long,” she angrily shot back. “I’d divorce his silly ass, but then I’d be stuck with a kid and broken-down car and nowhere to go.”The top snap to her cut-offs popped open as she turned and looked at me. I did my best to look the other way, but it was hard.“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to dump on you. I’ve probably had a bit too much to drink.”I reached across the center divider and patted her bare thigh, just above the knee.“Don’t worry,” I replied, resting my hand on her. "Harry, I wasn't supposed to let you see the pictures, but I think you should take a look at them for your own peace of mind."I took the yellow envelope from his hand and went over to the desk. I took each of the eleven pictures out and memorized the faces as I looked at them. They weren't all that impressive but I knew that I would know them if I ever saw any of them again. I also knew what I would do if they ever tried to get close to Sandra for any reason. Thanks to Sean, I now had the. “Damm right” she hissed in my ear. I told her to get on her hands and knees on the bed. What a magnificent shapely arse she had. I ran my hands over it and moved on up her back, moving my fingers in circles, till I was massaging her shoulders and she was making short moans. Hannah had pulled her skirt up to her waist and was sitting on the edge of the bed watching us, a hand between her plump thighs. “He’s nice and hard for you Brandy you big slut. Stop teasing her lad.” Clearly Hannah liked a.