Family, friends, neighbours, classmates; the whole town was invited. He would be there as well; that was all I cared about.Dressed in my new frock, my...makeup, hair and nails immaculately done, I was looking gorgeous and feeling quite the grown up young lady. My eyes discretely followed Father Moss' every movement around the room as I feigned interest in the never ending sea of well wishers surrounding me. As the evening progressed I lost sight of him. When a whole hour had passed and he still. How do you feel? Would you like to sit up?”So many questions coming from his facial half-mask. A friendly tone and cadence resonate in his voice. I have my own questions, lots of them, the first being: what the fuck just happened and why am I on the floor? I still can’t place his eyes or voice, but both are oddly soothing.“Uh, yeah, I’m fine, really.” I try to push myself up, and his strong hands support my efforts until I am sitting with my back leaning against a wooden crate holding fresh. You are James Sinclair, a 38-year-old business owner and day trader. You inherited the business (roofing, siding, flooring, and renovation) from your father when he died 2 years ago, and aside from the occasional meeting or phone call, the business manager runs things fairly well without any interference from you. Most of your income comes from stock trading, but even this is more of an idle indulgence than a true job. You are left with a lot of free time to pursue other interests and. " He put his arms around her waist and pressed his pelvis against Hanna's butt. As he reached under her shirt, he said, "Almost as nice as yours." Pervert. You've been ogling my mother's titties huh? You would think they're nice, she's almost your age." Ouch, that stung ... You should be super proud of your mother, Hanna. She's done well after taking your job at the shop, has a new boyfriend that seems to be wild about her and there are no signs of booze." Pay backs, butthead," she answered and.