Miss A sat in one of the overstuffed club chairs, leaving through a pile of sketches in her lap. She must be preparing for work, as she wore one of he... almost businesslike suits: a white, half-open blouse under a tightly laced black waist cincher of heavy silk, and a short leather jacket. Her charcoal pencil-skirt ended on her calves, which were sheathed in knee-high, well-heeled boots. Their laces ran up through rows of eyelets. The jacket was sharp, but showed just a bit too much of her pale. Apparently he'dsnuck out through my sister's window, I thought.About a year before, I'd begun sneaking a pair of my sister's panties outof the laundry basket once in a while and jerking off in them. The feelof the silky fabric against my cock always got me off fast, and since Idid the laundry for Kym and myself, she'd never found out. I went intothe bathroom to find a pair, but remembered that I'd just done the laundrythe day before, so there wouldn't be any of her panties in there.Desperate. Oh God, I'm going to get myself in trouble. You're thinner than most women." My sister says it's the stress of the divorce that made me lose weight." Well, all women should get a divorce, then, because you look amazing."Tina smiled. I'd successfully navigated treacherous waters in this dangerous era where the word 'fat' can start a war. We chatted about health, and about eating well. She seemed fascinated that I do all my own cooking and eat everything fresh, no processed foods. "You should try. Jack then tried Gary's mobile but it was engaged. He had just put the phone down when it rang."Jack" Dad ... I just tried calling you." Son I've got some news." I know Dad I heard about Ernie." You did?" Yes but please tell me you didn't sign with IMG." Well yes I did Son but its ok I have assurances that I can still train you as an independent fighter. You don't have to join IMG. Won't it be great having Ernie to spar and train with?" Dad ... we are screwed!" What do you mean?" I signed with.