I was to be executor for the children's money.We were at a lawyer's office making sure the kids were getting their fathers farm and everything coming ...o them. Things were definitely simpler in 1880. The farm had been bought outright, so that was no problem. The taxes were up to date, and while their father had not had a lot of money left, at least they would realize whatever we could get for the sale of the farm and whatever equipment we put up for auction.We were going to keep a few things. "No, I had no idea. I know he and Mom became more or less just friends a long while ago – before they divorced, I mean, but I didn't know that was part of the problem."Claire answered quickly; "It may not have been, Beth – I don't know how long he's had this problem achieving orgasm; we haven't gone into that. Can I speak frankly, Beth – I don't just mean about your father's problems, but use the everyday words associated with sex? I find it helps if I don't have to use the formal words, if you. Let me know if there are any problems,” Demitris told him.“I will, you can count on me Sirs, yes indeed,” The man told them, shaking their hands for all he was worth.Next they visited the painter, Gerard. They told him what they were after. He looked at them thoughtfully.“I may just have something. Please wait here.”He disappeared into his studio. He returned a few minutes later with a magnificent painting of the last supper.“Will this do?”“It’s magnificent! It will look resplendent up behind. Not here at the transfer facility – it's really very boring. "What do you mean Transfer Facility?" Oh, I'm sorry, I assumed you knew. This island is just a way point." As she spoke the cart path burst from the dense jungle onto a picture perfect coast line. A dock and small shack were the only man-made objects visible.So I hadn't made it to the Club ... yet. "This is where you'll start the final leg of the journey to our main facility. Your luggage has already been loaded onto the ship. Bobby.