Jack unpacked, it didn’t take long. He wandered around the house and nothing much had changed except his father’s office had lots of new gadgets a...nd computer stuff. The garden offered no encouragement.He was bored, and after only one hour of being here. The devil makes work for idle hands, and Jack’s hands were idle, but his brain was cranking along. Father would be out for hours yet, mother at least another hour, perhaps there were parts of the house he hadn’t checked out. His parents had. I know it sounds corny but he really was the love of my life, a perfect compliment to my existence. We couldn’t have been more different if we had planned it. As a corporate lawyer, I represented some very high power clients. Consequently, life was not always a bed of roses. Depending on what I happened to be working on at the time, I could be a bear to be around. Often tense and on edge, I would spend days in my own little world trying to work out complex legal problems, at the same time. A couple hours later, after working on that stupid tree fort that seemed was impossible to build I noticed that Jenny had woken up. The light in her room had turned on and I could sort of see her moving around. I kept on working for another hour or so and then I thought to myself fuck this and went into her house to get something to drink. She had previously told me that I could grab a Gatorade out of the fridge. So I went inside and grabbed a Gatorade and I could hear water running, thinking. His eyes went wide, and he made a phone call. I went outside and enjoyed a durrie while I waited. I only smoke about five or six a day as it was only every so often that I’d just feel like one. I could give them up easily now I had the bling, but the bling also meant I didn’t have to. The agent came out and got me about fifteen minutes later.In his office, he handed me a pile of forms and explained them to me. I told him the property was to be put in the name of my brother Ryan Watson. He asked.