Jen heard the car pull into the driveway and she went to door to greet her husband. James came in wearing his kilt and doublet, carrying his luggage a...d briefcase. His years in the service, and now as a security advisor, kept him in great physical condition. His broad shoulders in the doublet made him almost look regal. James stepped forward and grabbed Jen's neck, under her auburn hair, and kissed her deeply. "God have I missed you, Jen." In response, Jen put her hand under James's kilt,. I never was a fan of GM products and certainly not Buicks, which seemed to appeal to a much older crowd. But he had sported up his LeCrosse with a slightly lifted suspension, special wheels, and aftermarket mirrors. It was painted a menacing black and the windows were heavily (probably illegally) tinted. The back window was covered with stickers for surf shops and skateboards.He was often outside working on that thing, and that’s what drew my attention, because when he did so he was usually. But you don’t have to.”I was frozen to the spot, terrified of someone walking in, but at the same time, captivated by that glimpse of Mila naked.“If your boss comes in, just yell at me, okay? Just act like you’re surprised. You can take me in the back office. Watch me get dressed. Ban me forever. How does that sound?”“That could work,” I admitted, feebly. My discomfort seemed to be pleasing her.“Or do you want to get in here with me? Play with me a little bit?”I shook my head in disbelief. Was. You were brought in to see your father’s mother one last time. She wanted to tell you that it was your responsibility to record the family myths and legends, but you weren’t allowed in her room. Hospital rues. Your father told you later what she had said. And I might add, great job collecting them.’ He patted me on the back. ‘And, unfortunately, you saw me at that party,’ he began. He stopped, he didn’t need to explain further on which party, and I didn’t want to think about it, either. ‘Who.