Within a few days though, their lives had changed dramatically withthe news of the legacy left to her by her Aunt who died on New Year'sDay.Although T...eresa barely knew her, Aunt Sophie had left her everythingshe owned, primarily a huge house, a chain of beauty parlours and asubstantial sum in cash even after death duties had been paid. It hadtaken no time at all for them to decide to move the nearly one hundredmiles to their new windfall home. Neither of them had family to speakof, her. PART 10And then one day, "Hello, hello," she emailed, "Guess what's new in mylife?"And so she informed me of her new boyfriend and when I should come overto perform my mandatory "endorsement". And then a cold shivering dreadand panic swept over me. By now, I reasoned, I should be morecomfortable in my role, but the reality was that I wasn't. In fact, Iwas beginning to realize that I just cannot do this any more.Blackmail or no blackmail, I simply cannot continue on like this, andcertainly. Her fingers brushed his as she released the top button. The white edge of her bra was thrilling in contrast to flushed skin and the sumptuous colour of the blouse. Her fingers undid a second button and his control broke. He forced fingers beneath white lace, desperate to feel the solid curve of naked flesh and the thrusting nipple. The blouse yielded and a button rattled across the tiles, emphasising their silence. Her fingers finished undoing the buttons and she wriggled blouse and straps from. I often wondered what they thought when she took both our hands, or pulled us both close so she could put an arm around each of our waists and give us both a peck on the cheek.We'd shop for her new outfits together on those trips and loved seeing her change into them and wear them the same day. Michael's tastes ran more to the chic and sexy: open bolero jackets worn over glittering tube tops that showed more than a little cleavage and her flat little belly; roomy, chiffon blouses that could.