Lunch was with dad and his executives while I listened to the lunch business talk. At 3PM dad and I left the office for an overnight business trip.I w...s surprised when he soon pulled into a Middle Class Condo Complex rather then heading to the interstate highway. "Son I have a nice gift for you" was all he said as he lead me in.Dad opened the door with a key and lead me in. My aunt Alliacea, dad's Mulatto half-sister was there, with her daughter, my cousin Lisa; waiting for us. Aunt is an. I looked past her to my friend sitting on the bench, which Debra noticed and immediately shot back, “Go over there and put them on now and I’ll be right there to inspect it”.I didn’t know what had come over me, but I felt nothing other than the need to do what she was asking me to do. I nervously looked around and then walked over behind this door that was out of the way, but that someone could still walk up on me. I looked in the bag, and underneath the skirt were some black ruffled panties.. Jessie did take a few steps back, and the guards moved twice that many towards us.When Jessie recovered, she said, “Because it is part of the David Jones collection. Tiffany and Co. received a large sum of money to store it here. We got it a few years back with a note saying to hold it and some other pieces in the vault should a David Jones come here looking for custom pieces. It is yours to take if he can verify his ID and both of his credit cards clear a one-dollar verification charge.”I did. Their marriage, consummated six months before the ceremony, had been a shotgun one, pressed on them by a furious set of parents. Old-fashioned in the extreme, Sally's parents had been most persuasive. He had reluctantly agreed to 'do the right' thing. In the small English community where they had grown up, things like that mattered. On the 'honeymoon' Sally had miscarried. On her return home after a brief sojourn in hospital, she had made it quite plain that the 'marriage' was over; she had.