.. well, you get the picture. Mole was one of the best forgers goin' until he tangled with some mob heavyweights over phony gold certificates. I owed ...im a favor so he asked me to help him do a fast fade.I made sure I wasn't bein' tailed and soon he was peering at the signatures, whistling through his teeth as he concentrated. I looked around at the basement where he lived thinking it was about as cozy as a sewer pipe when he said, "These are fakes."He went into a lengthy explanation about. He rather liked women who were easy on the eyes and Juliana was easier than most. Robbie Kincaid was in high spirits, not to mention well on his way to a hang-over in the morning with all his drinking and celebrating. Not only would he inherit one of the greatest fortunes in the Scotland highlands but he had been promised the hand of the one woman that he knew would rather spit nails at him than be held in his arms. That was fine with him … he rather liked a challenge and looked forward to the. I’d spend the day staring at her, coming in day after day dressed in her skimpy hot clothes. I’d imagined myself being part of their religious after work fuck fests, having Becca all over me, kissing me, touching me. I even imagined Mr. Sim’s cock inside me. Mr. Sims was the last person I’d ever imagined fantasizing about, but after last weeks events I’d found him to be irresistible to say the least. Becca’s words echoed threw my head that morning as I got ready to go to work. I took extra. I'll eventually want my own room when Gavin moves out," Nat stated."You don't want a divorce?" Wayne asked."Fuck no. We'd lose the business if you had to divvy up half to me or pay out, wouldn't we?" Nat replied with a question of her own."Yeh, pretty much," Wayne admitted."I'm hoping we can get on as friends; might be that I won't mind the odd fuck if you up your game. But after today I'm not gonna ask who you're fucking and neither are you if I go elsewhere," Nat stated. "Can you live with.