You know, Chelsea’s father.??Oh, hi,? she said.?Listen, I think my cell phone might have fallen out of my coat at your house yesterday.?She took the... phone into the bedroom where the coats had been. ?I’m not seeing it,? she said. I guided her, asking her to check near the head of the bed on the left side. I had had to slide it slightly under the bed so that no one would see it while the party was still going. After another thirty seconds she still hadn’t found it and I asked her to check if it. I had the Seeberger men, going back to my dad, Michael Charles; his dad, Aaron Charles; his dad Charles Festus and Lord Arthur Reynolds Seeberger, born back in 1849, somewhere in London and dying in 1899.A lot of names, but not much detail. This trip will take us many places as I look forward. The Jacksons, according to the records Di showed me, had been in the United States since the time of the slaves, but not much further back than that. On top of all that, there are over 700,000 people. Both sets are given back to the Magistrate who reviews them makes sure everything is signed in the proper places. Then he signs them and gives one copy to each Dave and Jenna and says you two are now legally divorced. Dave gets up and sits in the back of the office. Mike and Sara come and sit at the table, Sara is being represented by her cousin and Mike is represented by Jenna. Just as before all papers are reviewed by all parties, signed and the Magistrate provokes them divorced. Sara stands. My nipples jumped to attention when he ran his hand back up my stomach, this time going directly between my breasts and up to my chin. He leaned forward and it looked like he was going to kiss me. Being tied to the bed I couldn’t exactly meet him halfway, but it turns out my mouth wasn’t what he was after. He gave my left breast a slow and very sensual kiss before trailing his tongue up to my nipple. His hand had never stopped moving and continued to rake a path between my stomach and chest as.