Having two families living in the same house was considered strange too, and there were some funny looks at that. One thing that helped with that was ...that Prof and Vanessa were a whole generation older than my parents, so we explained it as a pseudo-grandparent thing. The mansion was mine (everyone was told that), so my parents obviously would live here. Our story was that Prof and Vanessa were doing so for a year or so, before they moved back to their own home, to keep an eye on their 17-year. I slip off my boxers and lay there totally nude, caressing myself. I replay especially pleasurable memories in my mind, images of you in sexy positions that were unplanned; leaning over as you shrug off your bra at the end of your workday, your tits hanging down, finally free of the bra. Your robe falling open accidentally to reveal a nipple as you lean over to grab some makeup in the morning. And replaying some sexy positions that were planned; straddling me as I lay on my back, leaning over. Then, on my majority, I received an even larger chuck of stock." Well off? You are rich?" Kat was surprised. Shocked even. She had never known anyone who was rich. Her parents had been poor, though it didn't really register to her at the time. She had lived a hand-to-mouth existence for a couple of years before she left Ovid, and she had spent several years not much better off. Her career as an assassin had only started paying well the last few years before she was 'recruited'."We rich prefer. She had seen an odd lipstickremaining in my bag after I returned from a trip, and suspected that Iwas dressing up on the road. So, she made up a story about spending aweek with her sister in order to test me. She really did go to seeCatherine that Sunday, although mostly to fill her in on the plan.While she was gone, Ann tasked Susie -- her best friend and my co-worker-- to spy on me. I never noticed Susie as she used the friends trackerapp to see where I was going and then to follow me into.