I hadn't gotten the story from Phoebe as yet but it sounded from the tone of her voice to be something a hell of a lot more personal than some fucking... paintings that got accidently lost on purpose. I had already figured that thing out to be an ill-disguised insurance scam that netted the husband big bucks just in time for his campaign. They would probably reappear at a later date nice and safe and looking for a home in the upstairs hallway. I was thinking up a way to sugarcoat it for Phoebe but. They'd been getting rich off the sale of DPREs for months.After a few hours' of restless sleep, while Arabella was in the clutches of the Bears, Simon had left Staunton to drive out to the Reverend's operation. In the back of his mind, he was worried that he hadn't heard from Arabella for a while. He drove through the morning trying to sort out how he felt about her.Every time he told himself that he couldn't afford to go soft on some wild kid, the image of her svelte pale body crossed his. Met, I can't get you out of my mind any more, and so I wondered if we could, like, meet somewhere, ...or something?" "Sure," I said more confident now. "You want to come by or...?" "Uhm, I don't have a car," she said shyly. "Ah, no problem then," I said smiling. "I can come by your place. What about in an hour?" I asked, checking my wrist watch. "Sure. Yes, that would be great," she answered. "You know where it is still?" She must be the girl from the garden, since she was the only one whose. 
“Don’t worry, Will. We’ll try to not walk in on you masturbating.” Brook said sarcastically. Will looked at her body. Brown hair, blue eyes, soccer shorts that showed off her beautiful well tanned legs, a tight white tank-top, Will couldn’t help but notice her cleavage, “Will! Will! I’m up here buddy!” Brook yelled while snapping her fingers in front of Will’s face, “How about this, ever time you stare at my tits, you show me your stuff? Ooorrrr, I could tell grandpa!”“I-I-uh...fine, just.