“Who could my trustee be?” Peter asked.“Anyone you trust who is over thirty years old. That’s an Indiana law that makes no sense to me,” Mr....Starr said, editorializing a bit.“Mrs. Thomas ... O’Sullivan, would you be my trustee?” Peter asked.“That is so sweet, but I have a number of irons in the fire,” she said looking at Katherine then him.“Katherine,” he said dropping to a single knee, “Would you ... be my Trustee?”After everyone started to breathe again, she said, “Yes, I will.” They sealed. "I sculpt," he said. "When you're fit to rise, I will show you, for now, thought, rest, and I will go practice more."He walked out of her vision and she stared at the ceiling for a long moment before she finally slept again.She awoke with the sensation of warmth on her breast. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down, again driving a spike of pain through her head. She felt the warmth move over her skin and realized it was a warm rag, he was bathing her. Wendy was not sure she liked being. "No way! You'll just have to keep that in your pants until I get home later."---------------------------------After dinner, Cathy checked her make up one more time, kissed her husband on the cheek, and said, "See you later, Honey. I'll be home around midnight probably." Ok. Wait. Just a minute. I almost forgot the present I got you and the other women."Derick went to the cabinet in the kitchen and took out a basket containing three, freshly chilled bottles of French champagne. "These are for a. Sandra lay on her blanket enjoying the warmth of the California sun. It felt good as it warmed her tits and her stomach. She lay there and tried to think of nothing. Tried to forget the office and her ordeal. She tried to just think of the pleasure of the sun. She must have dozed off for suddenly something was blocking the sun. She opened her eyes and saw a huge dark shape blotting out the sun."Well, look what we got here," said the shadow. "Looks like somebody from Beverly Hills. Must be out.