“And who told you that?”“People have looked into it. There have been reports about her going back to the 1960s. Maybe even to 1956, when the cit... took over the building.”I couldn’t respond to that. He went on, “She’s usually here, late at night, in one of the five newspaper offices on the third floor. If there is some young guy alone in one of the rooms, it’s likely that she’ll come in and introduce herself.”All I could say was, “That’s so strange.”“Bobbie met her here last year.” Bobbie Metsky. .. so they could continue collecting millions for our care ... so he said.The girl couldn't possibly be my wife, I was a known misogynist, my affairs the stuff of tabloids, my discards many. No way could I marry that ... look at her ... she isn't even pretty.The man needs glasses. Grace is beautiful. Same red totally uncontrollable flyaway hair, same deep green eyes ... It took some concerted effort to look away. I got an extreme woody.Grace noticed and drooled.My lawyers needed my signature. . I'm not asking for a blood sample; just a little polite conversation. Where were you born? Are you married? Do you have children? What are their names?"I felt a sudden aching pain in the chest when he/she/it asked those last three questions."What colleges did you attend? What was your major? Who were some of your instructors? What professional organizations do you belong to? Doctor, I'm not asking for classified information, just a little polite chit-chat between old friends." I think I'd. You are going to drink every drop of it down, and I warn you If you spill any at all, I'll take a thin cane later on, and I will cane your stretched tits." I started crying again, knowing if he said it, he would do it. He shouted at me "Open your fucking mouth, cunt." and I slowly opened my mouth for him, as he pulled his huge uncut cock out, my cunt tingling at the sight of it, a long, thick veined tool, the knob barely visible under the fleshy foreskin, dribbling precum. it was unwashed and.