. Yes, I'm at the Bailey's. Mrs. Bailey just left and the kids are already in napping."Britney liked talking to her dad just fine. But at that moment ...he was ready to relax with the television so she wanted to be done talking as soon as possible. However, her father had something serious to discuss with her."What?" she said. "Dad, are you serious? Mrs. Bailey called you ... what, really?" Britney stopped talking and just listened for a minute before speaking again. "The Baileys ... have spy. Theroom was packed with family and a lot of others that I had never seenbefore. Complicated legal matters were largely beyond me, but the amountsbeing given to reputable charities was clear, one hundred million here,fifty million there, 15 million here. It turns out my great uncle waswealthy, very wealthy, his fortune was totalled at about three billiondollars.His family, those that he considered worthy of his money, got between 20and 30 million each. Predictably, most of his grandkids, the. Pam, and her husband Frank, had joined Lisa and I on the roof top garden of our holiday apartment. We were all nude. So far in the first few days of our holiday acquaintanceship we had learnt that we had nudism, and a few other attributes, in common. We had previously met each other a number of times in various communal areas around the apartment complex, such as the pool, and had shared a few interesting happy conversations together. We’d invited them this particular afternoon up to our garden. Even if it didn't have anything to do with her directly, you know? Dee was some kind of pissed that our Master had made these elaborate plans without her doing the mundane administrative stuff; I mean, her being his new "executive secretary," and everything. And so, we put the dog in the kennel, and we were off.Dee and I sat in the back seat with Lizzy in her baby seat, and she helped me follow along on the maps in the road atlas. The Chicago late-morning traffic wasn't TOO bad when we drove.