I am not a misogynist, I’m just eager and Sylvia is a hellcat in the sack.I am an executive at a brewery, five miles from where we live. It’s a gr...at job and makes great money!Lately, when I get home I find Teresa over and they’re sitting and talking about nothing in particular at least that’s how it sounded!Teresa always starts the conversation with, “Are you sure you don’t have a brother I could date and get married and have kids with?”“No dear, I have three sisters if you happen to swing. For the moment, we both forgot about Sandra. We shouldn't have."Damn it, Jimmie!" her voice sounded over our shoulders, "you're fucking Reinie! How could you?"Reinie just kept running it in and out of her, but managed to speak: "He's my brother just as much as he is yours, Sandra! Why should you, ungh, have him all, ungh, to yourself?"Sandra was speechless. I was pretty much lacking in words myself. I reached over Reinie's shoulder and tried to pull Sandra toward us. I could feel the tautness. I had never known him to take such an active interest in my well-being. I hoped that maybe he had seen the error of his ways and wished to have a friend in me, but there was something in me that said otherwise. ‘Father, it is so kind of you to care for me so, I appreciate your efforts. In all honesty, I am finally understanding how William ran things, and how to better our situation. While I thank you for your offer, I believe myself to be quite capable in handling my inheritance.’ While a. He had been in town for some time. He seems afflicted with wanderlust, and yet he stayed. I have known his type. I could see his restless eyes. But he stayed and kept playing. Over two weeks. That is a long time for his type to stay in one place. And I noticed no woman holding his interest.”I frowned. Why had he tried to seduce Angela? Was he just being a changeling or was he waiting for us? And if he was waiting for us, how did he know we would pass through here? Was this mere jealousy that.