"Not everything about me I hope." I replied."Just that you're nice." She said "And don't treat me like a kid." Nothing wrong with being a kid." I said...Alice rolled her eyes at me."Gemma says I'm just a kid and she hates looking after me, says I'm too dumb to understand things." Alice replied.I got up and strolled over."Well I don't think you're dumb." I said, gently squeezing her shoulder and tracing a fingertip down her back. "I think you're smart."Alice just beamed at me and gave me a. She reminded me of a Rubens model with her thick legs and dimpled derriere.I watched in stunned amazement as mom’s oval face screwed into a pout. Tears ran down her cheeks. Her face turned bright red. She clenched her fists and began pumping her arms and jumping up and down, her large breasts bouncing disturbingly.“John promised me. He promised me you would take care of me. You don’t love me.” My 50-year-old mother, the hardnosed flinty eyed businesswoman, was throwing a tantrum.As I watched. I guess we had gotten too quiet, because her dad came in to check and see what we were doing, we all started blushing, because of what we were talking about, he thought he caught us doing something we weren't supposed to be doing but left the room again. We turned the music up so he wouldn't get suspicious of us anymore.We talked for about an hour about cocks and loved the stories Sue was telling us about her dad. Finally, she asked if we wanted to see it. We all looked at each other grinning. “I think Herman will have to sell off the business and use the money he receives to cover all of the legal judgements that will be levied against him. The new owners will keep the current employees on, and with Herman gone, the Guild will not list the new firm on the boycott list. Within a year or two, everything will be back to what it was before Herman pulled his bonehead move.”“You know, Tom, it is really sad that all of John’s hard work in creating Simm’s is going to be destroyed, because.