Damn, you look great," Ed said, looking her up and down. And, she really did, she looked just as great as Ed remembered from the last time he saw her,... 11 years ago.Of course, that time, she was 17 years old and naked, Ed thought to himself. But, even with clothes on, and more than a decade later, Chrissy was still gorgeous. She stood about 5'5" in her black heels, her slim legs accentuated by charcoal stockings underneath a black skirt. Her waist still flared in nicely, and her ample breasts. It couldnt be a coincidence that, the same morning I spied on her through her web-cam, she had introduced a sexual element to our relationship. I just couldnt work out how they were connected. Maybe a time would come when I could ask Rach about it, but I sensed now was not the time. She seemed contented with, and even possibly exited by, the casual, seemingly non intentional, way sex had introduced itself into our relationship. I went to my room to change out of my messed shorts, and clean the. Trisha's cell phone rang, breaking her out of her self-pity for a moment. She didn't recognize the number, so she let it go to voicemail; she didn't want to talk to anyone right now. As soon as her phone beeped, she connected to her voicemail and listened to the message. As she was listening, tears started to well up in her eyes. Almost as if on auto-pilot, she started her car and drove. When she pulled into the driveway of her destination, she wiped her eyes and walked to the door.Before. I asked in general terms about their situation, her husband's work, health, pension plans, etc. Apparently he was a rather controlling old-school Greek guy, tight-fisted, a hard drinker, and I suspect abusive.She said she wanted to purchase a policy on his life as she feared he would drink himself to death and leave her penniless. I gently explained to her that I could not legally help unless he was present to be interviewed and consented to be insured. As she realized it was no-go, her face.