“We knew,” Michael said. “Garry’s useless guilt gestures—”“Gestures? Guilt!?” Garry stomped his way toward Michael. “You try and buy...everything! Even love! Money won’t wipe away your guilt you fucking—”Garry was already boiling at full rage, which was exactly what Jack wanted, but Michael still needed—“You think your empty gestures mean anything, Garry? Roland is dead because of you! You tore him apart, and helping his family with your useless acts means nothing. At least money helps them. You. "Merry Christmas, Adele." I'll kick that fella out of the garage apartment, if you want to move back in." Giving you trouble?" No, but I miss having you around. Come into the kitchen where it's warm."Scott followed her. The kitchen was part of Adele's private domain and it reflected her personality. He'd shared some great meals at her table."I told a friend I'd ask about the availability of the apartment. What's the story?" Sit, and have some coffee with me."He took a seat while Adele puttered. She asked why and I said you have lemons on your chest. She felt shy and said you are naughty and then I said, ho so you do not like the name? She smiled and said you are a filthy person. I smiled and said, but I do good things, will you try? She naughtily asked like? What good things? I smiled and said I can change your name to something like orange or even better what does that mean she asked me and I said let me show you and I will make your lemons grow for you. She felt shy and looked away. "Now that everything was settled Cindy's siblings left and we went back to wrap up our packing. But I had one other thing to take care of."Cindy, that bathing suit. The image is burned in my brain. Would you just get on the bed there, all fours."Being my loving partner, she complied knowing but still wondering what was next. I got behind her and pulled her back to the end of the bed. I lowered her sweats and panties. I then dropped my shorts and slid my still hard cock in the warmth of her.