Obvious trash was going in the barrel; things of a personal nature were going into a small box.Danielle walked over from the house and asked, "Why are...you cleaning his car out?" I was thinking of dumping it in a shopping center parking lot and letting it get stolen," David explained. "It is so trashy that no self respecting thief would want anything to do with it."They both chuckled, and Danielle pointed to the small box. "What's that?" Rather than simply throwing everything away, I thought I'd. She presses her body against his, pushing her curves into his back while cooing Andrew softly. “I’ll make up for it tonight, alright? If I get this new job, we can celebrate at that fancy restaurant you’ve wanted to visit for our anniversary.” While she speaks, Charlotte’s hands meet right above her boyfriend’s crotch. She was no slut, but knew how to subdue men with her charms. It’s a skill he learned from her mother, a trauma she kept hidden in the back of her mind.“...Yea?” Andrew asks, his. It was her casual look at her house but for me, it was a hell of a surprise. I could hardly move. My legs got heavy as if I am suffering from elephantiasis.She asked me to get inside. I was struggling to move but somehow I managed to move. I entered her house. It was well-furnished. While she was moving I was only staring at her back, her jiggling round butt, her curves, her moves. Soon she sat on her sofa and asked me to sit.I sat next to her. I gave her the flower bouquet. She thanked me and. I took the time to create a will for myself.”“Is there something you’re not telling me, Lambert?” mom asked putting her arms around him.“No, I’m not dying,” he chuckled. I saw mom with a tear falling.The five of us all laughed.“What does this all mean?” Sally asked.“As my lawyer put it, I am worth more dead than alive,” he said, thinking that was funny. “A trust has been created. All the homes, including this one and the bank account the money is in have been placed in the trust.”“What do I get.