Jazz set the bag with the other two shopping bags from the day and headed to her bathroom, her arms full with bath products. Jazz turned on the water ...aiting for it to get hot before pouring in a cap full of bubble bath, watching the mounds of fluffy bubbles form as the bath tub filled with water, shutting the water off once the bath was full enough. Jazz stood peeling off her t-shirt, tossing it aside before unhooking her bra and letting it slide down her arms to the floor, her nipples. ‘As I told you the day of the funeral I would stop by, after things settled down somewhat, to explain the settlement of your parents estate.’ I motioned for him to follow me back out onto the pool deck. Seeing the empty bourbon bottle he asked me if I was up to hearing the terms of my parents will. I told him I was okay and to go ahead. Opening his briefcase he retrieved some paperwork and, glancing at it from time-to-time, he explained to me the terms of my parent’s will. ‘Scott, since you. Nathan finished his coffee and I followed him to the laundry room where the clothes I had washed last night were hanging. I noticed when we entered that there was still a smell of urine in the room.I stood out of the way while Nathan selected another skirt for me to wear. This one was bright red and split all the way up to the belt on both sides. When I put it on there was a three inch gap over each hip where my flesh showed. It looked awful. It was as short as the skirt I had worn yesterday. Why not, I barely knew who Simon and Garfunkel were myself. I wouldn't have known, but an older sergeant loved them. I had to listen to them repeatedly in the sandbox. I hated other people's MP3 players."Well guys I hate to put an end to the games, but we have an early call tomorrow," I said."But Ozzy said we could go back to your place," one of them said.I looked at Osborn. "I need to go pee, you guys work it out while I'm gone," she said then walked away.I was about to explain that we weren't.