My eyes adjusted enough to see a slim guy with Hispanic features, dark hair and eyes, olive skin and a smaller build than me. He was about 5' 7" I wou...d guess, maybe 145 lbs. He was wearing little, just a pair of green "silkies". "Hey, glad you came.. um, if you wanna get ready I'll go dress, if you'd like..?" He said."Absolutely, go ahead." I replied. He slipped into the bathroom silently. I quickly stripped off my cammies and boots, and finally my black briefs too. I stood naked at the edge. "Ms. Griffith," I asked in attempt to try a different approach. "If Icame into your office and asked for your guidance to adopt a child, basedon what you know about me, would the city agencies allow it?"She stood silent for a time, and then said, "Your recourse is to contestthe will." How could I contest the will when I don't have a pot to take a piss in?Is there nothing else that I can do?" The firm's hands are tied. It's a legal document and the only way tooppose it is to, as I said. Shaking, she tugged the boxers out of her mouth and dropped them on the table. His arms twined around her, his chest pressed to her sweaty back. He palmed her breasts, her firm nipples, then pulled her upright against him. His breath was a gentle wind in her ear as his lips found her neck. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. Sarie looked over the table, the shine smudged where she’d been. The office chairs. The paintings of obscure marinas on the wall. A phone. She glanced down at the large. There's something "not right" with you. Do you want to tell me now or will I have to find out myself?" Nothing more to tell. Let's get around this clearing and find that boy." I said it knowing my friend would have to not like it. I wasn't ready to share everything yet.Ricky stated tersely," I'm going this way. You follow my men around and keep low until we meet on the other side and decide on the best action." he didn't like secrets.It was what I needed to get away from prying eyes. We split.