Then let's go. I've worked up an appetite." Kirstin winked.Henry's car was right outside, which was fortunate. He was able to get Kirstin into it with...ut any of the neighbors seeing. Somehow he didn't think it would be a good idea if they saw him going out with his stepsister when she was dressed like such a slut. Not that he minded how she was dressed. But she was, after all, supposed to be his sister, and she was dressed for fucking. It wouldn't be too hard for the neighbors to jump to the. I don't even recall seeing that name on any land grants. I have done things on Pleas land, like the highway taking I told you about, and I know of a large block of land owned by a man named Blaze, from sometime in the mid-1830's, right before the Alamo. But, and I give you this heavy caution, but those plots of land are nowhere near the size of what this document indicates and the two acreages are miles apart. If I think about what this size would be, it's like from one side of Blaze land to. Gerald no doubt wishes I DID ignore him though. Why? Well because I make his life at work a misery, basically, with the way I treat him. Gerald HATES me.Giggle.I caught him ogling me one day, a while ago, when I was in a fairly wicked mood, and I decided to have some fun. I got up and strolled over to his desk, stood there smiling down at him."Question for you, Gerald," I announced in a voice loud enough for the other guys to hear."Whhat's that, Amber?" he stuttered."Why are you staring at me?. ”“So your Reg has signed a cohabitation agreement?”“Actually, no. We didn’t think we needed one, with Reg. Perhaps we should, though, in case he drops dead when we have five or six kids, and so less chance of work. Yes, I’ll speak to him about it tonight.”“Frances! There you are.” Another girl came running up. It was Freda. “We were wondering what had happened to you, as you are the one with the car.”Frances turned back and apologised to the twins. “Sorry, girls; got to rush. I am the chauffeur.