“Mmm,” she said. “Nice and smooth, let me check your anus, make sure I’ve not missed anything.”I rolled over, onto my knees, arse in the air... I felt her gaze on my most private part. I felt her hot breath on my bum. A finger brushed my sphincter, it clenched automatically, and I groaned. She reached between my legs, a single finger ran along my slit, parting my labia. “God, you’re so wet,” she exclaimed. Her finger continued, until she found my anus again. Her finger circled it. I felt her. “I know exactly what I want: As you can see, I am pretty heavy and unattractive. What I want is to be beautiful. And I know exactly the look. I have my eye on the VP of marketing, he is a real hunk of man. However, he would never look at me because he is married to a gorgeous blonde, slim twit. Well actually, she probably isn’t a twit because she is a VP of sales at some company. Now what I want is to look just like her - long blonde hair, thin body, beautiful face, elegant arms and legs. But. "I don't understand what you're saying Sharon, I haven't altered... well I know I was rough with Billie-Jo..." I said."Rough? You laid into her as if she was a dummy. You lost control! Why?" Sharon said.I shook my head, "You're kidding! I had to show Alice that I can't be buggered about." I said... I think I might have raised my voice slightly."Paul she's scared already, just allow her to relax slightly and she'll be fine." Sharon tried to placate me, but I just didn't see it at the. All of whom died without writing a Last Will. These men were solemn, often silent men, who did not discuss weighty issues, nor did they share much of their family's oral history. With the life expectancy of those days, and the continued reduction in number of family members, the property was being consolidated into one man's ownership, the father of Howard and Frank Pleas, Martin. Howard's recollection of his father's few comments were the basis of our contention. I believe they were something.