Family and friends were invited to what had been our home after the burial for drinks and food that was catered by a local restaurant. These events w...re always lighter emotionally than the wake or funeral. Only when all had gone did things get ugly with my former father-in-law.“You’re hiding something from us, Ronald and I’ll get it out of you if I have to beat you senseless. I don’t believe that she was willingly in that car with a nigger.” He was leaning forward in a threatening pose with. . . .bed.”“I thought you’d say that,” Rhonda replied, taking my hands and placing them on top of her t-shirt and luscious perky breasts, squeezing her hands, on mine. I could feel her nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.She nibbled at my lower lip, her hands groping me. My manhood was being hand assaulted, but I didn’t even care. I took Rhonda by the hand and lead her into the master- bedroom.I stripped on the way, as did she. Oh my gawd! She had a body to die for! She stretched out. He shook his head as I pumped one gallon of gas. "Seriously, this thing should be put out of its misery." He mimed shooting it."It's the only transportation I own." I answered, which was technically true; my father's corporation owned everything else.They paid for my gas and the cycle started with no trouble. I thanked them profusely before heading home to the one-room closet I called an apartment.I checked my emails and replied to everything, urgent or not. The trick to my little vacation was. When she spoke she was soft spoken, but had news for him that he was not surprised by. ‘Mr. Stephens, I cannot say yes or no right now, but I can talk to the board here later today, and see if we can all come to a decision today. If you leave your number, after I talk to the board, I can give you a call. That is the best I can do until our board meeting.’ Alex thanked her for her time and went back to his new house. He spent a bit of time pampering himself with a bath, and getting dressed, then.