I just load all the pictures on my computer and set up a slide show. Of course, Dad wanted me to transfer it all to his computer so they could show al... their friends.I also showed them the letter from Bob Bowers. It was the first time I’d shown it to anyone. Melody, Lissa, and Lexi all knew what was in it since they’d heard Jack read it to me, but it didn’t feel right to share it with anyone else, at least not until I’d shown it to Mom and Dad.Being back in Nebraska, though, had a damping. Mom decided to take Susan out one night; there first time out since giving birth nine months ago, I would baby-sit at her house while my step dad looked after my younger sisters. It was midweek and both had work the next day so the plan was to go easy on the drink, it was before eleven when then came back very merry and the worse for drink. Mom sat with me on the sofa and Susan opposite, she looked very nice tonight, her long blond hair cascading over her breast, she kept wafting her legs. This note had theirbusiness cards attached, and we are delighted to find that they arebrothers and owners of a small but very profitable high-tech company.While we slept in, Thomas and Rob discussed us as they got ready fortheir meeting. They agreed that they were both so smitten with us, theywere inviting us to move into an apartment in a very posh building. Theywould pay for the apartment, and they would also offer us jobs in thedesign department of their new consumer products division. We. “Is your husband a trainer also?” “No, we’re divorced. He works as a consultant for….” She said but stopped in mid-sentence. “Wait a minute, ha ha – are you hitting on me, Ben?” she asked with a cute giggle. “Well, not exactly. Usually I ask a woman to have coffee or lunch before I give her my pitch.” “Your pitch? What’s your pitch?” she asked, seemingly more interested. “Well, “I stammered, “it’s easier to explain in different circumstances, but I pitch a certain scenario to get sex with.