It's two months before my 22nd birthday there's an insistent knock on my door. "Who is it?" I call. "Hello? My name is Margaret McIlvaine speaking on ...ehalf of the Law Firm of O'Sullivan, Kelly, Walsh, Flanagan and Mullan of Wexford County, Ireland? I'm here to talk to you about the death of your Great-Granduncle Twice Removed?" A woman's voice with a Wexford accent so thick you could cut it with a knife says. "..." I go over to the door but don't open it."What kind of scam is this?" I ask,. You have to know, if there was one thing Dina hated to do, it was doing the dishes. Especially when there wasn't a dishwasher around.Looking around her, she noticed that she couldn't find anything that looked dirty. Although, she still had to do something. So, she took a cloth from the housekeeping cart, made it wet and started to clean the surface of the counters, the table and the marble surface of the walls around the kitchen.When Dina was done in the kitchen, Sandra had vacuumed a little. He pulled a little spray bottle out of his bag that looked like a crossover between a deodorant bottle or a pepper spray.’ ‘But why are you in my house?’ Peyton said. ‘Are you even real or are you a ghost?’ ‘Aah.’ He said with a nod as if he finally understood Peyton, as if he had been waiting for that question somehow. Yet he didn’t answer. ‘Are you a ghost?’ Peyton asked again, this time with more doubt in her voice. ‘Are you?’ He now got a silicon breathing mask out of his leather. What more perfect area! Star initiated the physical contact by lifting up Carters plain black t-shirt while staring deeply into his eyes. Followed by her snatching down her red skin-tight yoga pants which were already moist from her excitement, (yes she "forgot" her undies) she threw them to the back seat and he unsnapped his Wranglers and proceeded to undress.Ninety-Eight pound Star was then picked up by Carter and placed on his bare soft skinned lap. This time was a little different. Instead.