The envelope was not sealed. There were two pieces of paper inside. I opened them and found a printed note from Morgan."Mark, Ashley. I know I haven't...met you, but Beatrice has told me so much about both of you. In case you are wondering, my great-grandfather and my grandfather build this tree house originally. It's hidden from the road and almost invisible during the summer, so most people forget about it. It's been a family tradition to maintain and upgrade the house. Last summer I thought I. For me it was my role in the local baseball-team and, of course, finishing High School. It was also the time, that I saw my father even less that I did the years before, but I didn't notice so much - my Mother was very dedicated to care for me and show me her love. Her way, I think, to keep me focused on my graduation. But I also noticed, that she missed our family life with my father. He regularly missed dinner, arriving late at night at home and leaving early in the morning. I also noticed a. . I’d be amazed if she isn’t hot for you, too, and will drop her panties for you in a heartbeat,” Arlene returned with a giggle.“Baby, you know that isn’t true.”“Don’t bet on it,” she returned, seriously. “Okay, I’ll stay while you two chat, if ... you’ll come to the gym and work out with me when you’re done.”“Deal,” he responded.“Where are you two going to meet?”“Living room.”“Oh, wow. Can’t anyone say you were hiding in that wide-open space. Okay, come on,” she said grabbing his hand. “You’re. ”“Did you ever do it with a girl?”That was easy, I wasn’t even shy when I answered yes. “Who? And before you say, I answered a three part question, now you have to.”“Angel. She and me did it sometimes before she moved away.”“I remember her, she was pretty. Second part, how many times?”“I don’t know, I didn’t’ count but it was maybe twenty or more times. We did it for two months when we could get alone.” “Part three, is she the only one?”“Yeah, I can’t seem to get Margie hot enough yet.” Margie.