’ Stunned, I stared at his chest, only now belatedly noticing his black and white skull and cross-bone tie. I laughed disbelievingly, here I was bei...g told I was an heiress and I couldn’t get past the fact he wore a tie like that to a funeral. It certainly was appropriate, but still. ‘Why did he leave anything to me? He was so angry with me.’ I idly wondered aloud, not truly expecting a response. I knew my father did well in his practice, but he was a frugal man, no doubt the result of his. And that was part of the excitement. Trying to unbuckle a belt without it clanking and adjust my position to be able to reach down his pants without calling attention to ourselves is not always easy, but the feeling of my hand on his bare skin, and his hand slipping down my pants and his fingers working their way into my undies - pure excitement. I felt like a teenager again.Speaking of teenagers, there were about five boys, about 16 or 17 years old right behind us. I wondered if they were into. Brad needs to sign papers. I’ll show you our new cars.” I went over to Morris and started signing to confirm the purchase.He said, “Mister Casper transferred the funds for both cars while you were gone. All that’s left is bit of paperwork and everything is finished. You’ll be riding in just a few more minutes.”It was more than “just a few” minutes but not very long. Both vehicles had also been washed and tanked up with gas while I was gone. We drove back to the apartment proudly. Once there, we. ====="Am I going to die?" Evan shut his eyes when he heard the trigger click. Then again. And again. Three times in total. There were no explosions of a gunshot, though. Maybe dying was a quiet thing.Evan didn't feel anything. There was no impact."I must be dead. I didn't even feel the pain of the bullet."Strangely enough, he heard a grunt from the girl in front of him. That brought him back to reality. Evan opened his eyes to see the girl running away, going down the hall, then collapsing.Evan.