”“Oh she was no beauty like your mother,” he said, “but she had great tits too, she did her best to hide it.”“That’s a shame,” l said,...“l would have liked to see them.”He patted the envelope. “Oh you will, later,” he said.It was exciting talking to him about his wife like that and talking to him about my mother.“That looks like a nice bulge you have in your trousers,” he said.I hadn’t noticed that he had a blanket over his lap, he pulled it away and l could see his trousers and pants round his. Ariel was a typical 17 year old except that she dressed in the Goth garb popular with some teens. She wore black eye makeup, lipstick and nail polish. I never saw her in any clothing that was not black, skirts, pants and tops and she was always quiet. Her mother always dressed conservatively and seemed overly shy for an adult. Sadly just four years after they had settled into the neighborhood, Ariel’s mother was killed in a car accident and Ariel inherited the house and a considerable amount. She said, “Abraham, how do you feel?”I looked at her. “I’m not sure what you mean. I’m glad it’s over. We’re okay. You have some decisions to make.”The eyes flashed and she straddled me. I had a feeling that she liked that position. “Abraham, we have decisions to make. We’re a team. I’m not making a decision without your input. I hope you would be the same.”I smiled gently. “I think that’s part of what we pledge to each other when we marry.“I think you would make a fine chief. You think well on. Yes I am back again. I have reserved my usual room.’ ‘I didn’t realise that you had a usual room. I have put you in room six. Will that be alright?’ That wasn’t an enquiry, it came across as a take it or leave it ultimatum. I took a deep breath, controlling my rising anger. Room six was a small single on the back overlooking the kitchen. She had spoken very politely, so politely that it was akin to contempt. ‘Is room nine available?’ ‘No.’ ‘Are you sure? Would you check for me?’ In all the.