His bedroom adjoined ours. I don't think I need to go in to more detail, although historic echoes of his grunts rattled through my brain as my eyes pi...ked out the sweat amongst the dark blond curls on his chest and the bulge in his shorts. “Alright, mate. I'm sorry to bug you, but I've left my phone and my keys in the fucking van. Any chance I could borrow your phone and get 'em to come back?” “Uh, yeah. Sorry. Yes, no, not a problem. Come in. Please.” I moved back into the hallway, and paused. I think too many people didn't think you would make it there while running four restaurants."Margaret would. Helen would. Elizabeth would. And David would. "Some people had pretty high opinions of me." She replied."That is true, alpha bitch. Especially me. Get your ass home."Stacy had died two years after her son was born. Her will decreed that her son live with his godmother and her partner (now married legally) as she felt that he would have been better treated there then anywhere else. And. The prices of the pieces crafted here were understandably and justifiably exorbitant, and best of all, it made huge returns for my real-estate investment and management company. And, of course, me.I had been awarded a sizable stake in the project based on its success, and I had received additional incentives as I continued to manage it to greater heights - and profits. My share had grown to a small fortune over the last 5 years. It wasn't all paper profit, either. I made sure I got cash flow. Father Escriva mandated that any member above the level of numerary must submit to regular chastisement at least once a week, and where no one is available to administer the punishment, she must wield the whip herself, and self-flagellate to the best of her ability.“Michelle, I stress that you need not do this. I will be frank. You are young. You are beautiful. I doubt you have more than the odd stretch mark, if that. Few women willingly mar their looks, even when the scarring is in a place.