As I've said before, I am a pretty decently built guy. But even I wouldn't stand a chance against even two guys with guns or other weapons. Driving sl...ow enough not to raise suspicions, I finally spotted Katie standing in a door way of a run down looking building. She was dressed in clubbing clothes: Purple baby doll t-shirt and a black micro skirt. To top it off, she was wearing knee high leather boots. If a cop had driven by, she probably would have been picked up for prostitution. I slowed to. Aunt Joan, my cousin Gemma, my mother, and I headed down to the resort pool. No one paid much attention to us as we walked through the pool. That changed when the three ladies removed their clothes and exposed their hot bodies to everyone. All three were wearing g-string bikini bottoms and tops that barely covered their nipples or pussy lips. The day was uneventful until late in the afternoon when a guy named James came up and started chatting to Aunt Joan. James was around thirty five years. Deb returned from the coroner's office. Barbara brought Lenore and Deb tea, while Harry and the Gunny wordlessly drank Bourbon, at six-thirty in the evening. Barbara had ordered a pizza, now cooling, as no one was rushing to eat a second slice."You're the beneficiary of everything he had, Lenore," Deb told her, seriously. "I'm the executrix, and he left provision for me to be paid, but we'd last updated his will before ... he and I..." she trailed off, and visibly steeled herself."You'll have. Soon I was getting other offers, even design work for movies, at some stage someone called me Magus -- a magician, a wise man, a seer and worker of miracles. I gratefully accepted the mantel, taking my place amongst that group of celebrities who only need one name. Before long I had made my first million and when I started designing fabrics for the leading fashion houses the money really started to roll in. Soon I was living in my own castle in Beverly Hills, complete with my own band of.