.. and I am not ashamed of it even for a moment. I love her as much as I love each and every one of you, and I would have done the same exact thing fo... any of you, to make you happy and to keep the sorrow at bay. Hit me, slap me, yell at me – I don’t care! I helped her get through the most difficult moment in her life.”I saw Claire’s eyes fill as I embraced her. We both sobbed as Mom got past me into the room, quietly saying, “Thank you honey, you are so empathic, I can’t be upset at. .or did she?"Mmm, I do believe Ms. Jayde has visited Victoria's Secrets recently."The ringing of the phone brought her back to reality. Jesus, how long had it been ringing? "Yes, this is Jayde, how may I help you."She turned to face the desk. Again she felt his hand, this time above the knee...slowly, deliberately wandering...so very lightly rubbing her inner thighs. As hard as she tried, she could not squeeze her legs together to stop him. It was as if her heart rate and breath were rising at. She gave me a little nervous smile before grabbing the blue dart to get ready to throw. She gave me a nervous smile before throwing it at the board. Next went the yellow than the red. I went up and took a look at where each one landed. The blue landed on a seven. I cross checked that with the list and smiled a little. I loved this outfit even though I knew in its simplicity it wouldnt be a favorite of hers. It was an old white pair of panties, nothing lacy and stained up a little in the. He had mentioned it briefly in a letter to her. He had left everything to her husband, more for her than her husband. Jonathan knew nothing about art, but Jenn did. He knew she would understand and value the collection; which she had never really seen the full extent of.Jennifer had gone both to the gallery in Paris and the one in Soho after Grandpa had died and gone through everything. Much of it was still crated up; hundreds of paintings. She had made lists of the names on the back of the.