"Rachel, honey, you're talking like we haven't given this any thought at all." Dad tried calming me down. "Your mother and I have been looking at the ...ros and cons for months now, really thinking this over. Believe me, it wasn't an easy decision, but it's the one that meant most to us." Honestly, darling, not even we know where this idea came from," Mum admitted. "We both kind of danced around bringing it up with the other one, and when it all finally came out, it felt like - what's the word? -. When we go round the houses the first time we tell people what's happened to the Jays and ask them whether they'd be prepared to contribute. We tell them that we're after three grand a month which is what the people on the estate normally spend at the Crown but might not with winter coming on. We don't want to push people too hard so we'll be coming round at monthly intervals so that they can contribute gradually. With me?"Everyone nodded."We'll need collecting tins and the name of the account. "It's too bad that we didn't accomplish anything." Like I told you before this started, it was doubtful that you'd accomplish very much. And don't think you didn't accomplish anything, because you did. You established that you're not a threat to his position in the church unless he wants to make something of it, and that you have the resources to do it if you want to. Best of all, you established that you're not easy targets. What do you say we get out of here and get heading back? The local. “Just a signature here, honey.”The redhead shrugged, bending over to grab the pen and write her name. She didn’t even notice the receptionist stood up, and even as she walked around her as the heels echoed in the silent room.Not until she felt her thrust her covered pussy against her ass, that is.“What th–” she started, only to feel Brittany’s hand reaching for her crotch, well hidden under the denim jeans grabbing it hard and suddenly enough to let her moan. She could feel the other grind.