Enormous estates, homes all over the world, yachts, private aircraft ... money money money! More every minute.David Austin was a piker ... David Ander...on walked in higher realms.The State sent a Forensics Expert. He had a warrant. My attorneys made calls from the hospital phone, checked his identification and called the state crime lab ... they did not use the number on the Expert's calling card. He was legitimate.He took our fingerprints ... there was some possibility that Grace might have. A semi-dark blue saree. I could see the bra strap line when she turned back. Her blouse was wet. I think she might have taken head bath. I saw water was dripping and made her blouse wet. The sweet smell along with the wet jacket aroma gave me some sort of sexual feeling.Suddenly she saw me back. I took the eye from her body and went near to her hubby. I said what happened. He said, there was no one to help us to life the things. The driver and cleaner were arguing with him for extra money. I. There was nothing overtly sexy about the plain cotton bra she was wearing, but to me it was one of the sexiest sights I’d ever seen and I leant forwards and kissed the soft swell of her breasts above it.Suddenly I felt her legs begin to buckle and remembered that Hazel had a disability that meant she couldn’t stand for long, so I gently eased her backwards and sat her down on the edge of the bed. “Thank you Mike,” she whispered, smiling up at me, “my legs were giving way.” Now that I was. I didn?t know what the fuck to do. Finally one guy who stood with his buddies and laughed at me, handed me a note in an envelope, a note from dale10. It gave me another locker number and said some clothes for me were in there. Well, I opened the locker and found a skirt and blouse and a pair of large high heeled shoes. And a note from dale10 saying I should put these on and take the bus home. There was a purse with bus fare in it. I wanted to die. Honest to God. I wanted to die. It was worse.