"Tell him I'm on the way. While you are waiting show him your plans for the house, and the location where you want it," I said.When I got back to the ...ompound I found the man to be at least sixty. He was Sadie's Nephew and she was eighty so his Father or Mother must have been an older sibling, I thought."You must be Iris?" he asked greeting me in the parking lot. "Your friends gave me this drawing and left me here." Well let's start over," I said. "Now I say, yes I am Iris, then you tell me. The following year, aged 25, I had a bike accident where I broke my left leg spirally. I was hobbling down to the shops on my crutches and bumped into an old school mate. Turns out that his family lived two streets down from me. What a coincidence and what a small world, seeing as we hadn’t seen each other since primary school.Anyhow, he invited me back to catch up with his younger brother and Mum (who I recalled as being quite fit when I was a k**, lol) to go over old times etc. Anyhow, when I. She was wearing a button to the neck white blouse and short tight black skirt that showed off her shapely legs to perfect effect. Steve figured that her pretty provocative dress was what passed for her thought of conservative clothing.“So you didn’t finish High School?” Steve asked her. She waited a second like she was gathering her thoughts. Usually that was a bad sign, in Steve’s experience people only had to think about things they were going to lie about. She answered him after just a few. When they were confronted by the deputies, the man puffed up and said that they had the right to be here as the property belongs to the lady. They had not seen me yet, so when I came around the cruisers, they just deflated. I was shocked to see who the thieves were. They were none other than my former business partner and my slut ex-wife.I suppose introductions are in order. I am Nathan (Nate) Casswell, 36, divorced, and owner and working service technician for a bank equipment company. I.