"Thanks, Tex. I'll look forward to hearing whatever you can find out," Bill said.Tex left the office and Bill came around his desk to Zena. He crouche... before her, taking her hands in his."It's going to be OK, Zena. Tex is an expert. He'll find out what Roger is up to and put a stop to it. You can count on him." I can count on you too, Bill, can't I?" she asked hopefully."Of course. You're too important to me to have anything happen to you." He pulled her to him and, on his knees, he embraced. I knew it was going to be a long process. The house was solid, but in disarray. For one, the huge stone fireplace that made up half of the living room wall was falling apart. I was going to have my hands full repairing it in time for winter. Still, for a house that had sat empty for almost thirty years, it was in very good shape. Some new paint and a few holes patched here and there, and the house would look as good as new.The upside to my situation was that I had purchased the two-story. Accompanying Margaret that day was her twin sister, Anne. Not identical. Unlike her sister, Anne had not been in our honors classes. She hadn't helped edit the newspaper. She hadn't sat at the front of class or raised her hand promiscuously or sweated about grades. She'd been on the tennis team, but I never got the impression she tried all that hard. She was, basically, normal. She was also, in real life, smoking hot. Freckled, red hair, quick laugh, very trim. She also gave off a good girl. I knew he would be the one. He was straight up. No bullshit, no nothing. He said he knew what I wanted and that he wanted to take it. He said he would take his time and make me beg for more once I tasted his big cock—all 9.5 inches of it! I also knew he was serious because he sent his address and 2 photos in his first message. The first pic was of his limp cock hanging to the side which looked like it would split me in two while it was soft! The other had it sticking up hard, thick, and with a.