"I signed it. Leesha wasn't even there."Chet looked directly at Sally. "There ya go pretty lady." He pointed in my direction. "You're all his, legally...." He clasped his hands in triumph. "Next problem?"Sally smiled wide, and moved to the edge of her seat. "Just like that? I don't have to go with Leesha to France?" It was the first time I'd ever heard her use Leesha's name without putting "Aunt" in front of it."Not if you don't want to, and if this thing goes to court, you'll be eighteen, and. At her house she asked S to change into some light shorts she produced, he shyly complied and went to the bathroom. In a few moments he called on her to come and take the things but she shocked him by opening the door and getting into the bathroom herself.His face got beet red from embarrassment and his arousal started to rise in the soft shorts. M looked briefly at him then grabbed the clothes and pushed them into the washing-machine. This got them to stand there and do nothing, and of course. They were both willing to be spanked a few days later if it meant they could run around and have fun at night.A few of the clients tried to convince Karen to have sex with them. Karen always rejected them but she was secretly flattered.Betty didn’t remind her again that the offer to take her down to the strip club was still on the table. Betty didn’t want to nag her sister any more than she wanted to nag her kids. She hoped Karen would at least consider it because it was easy money from her. His head throbbed with pain. Idly he wondered if he had gotten away with a concussion or if his skull was as fractured as it felt. He was lying on his side in what seemed to be rubble; hard, sharp things pressed and poked uncomfortably against him up and down the length of his body. After a brief struggle, he managed to open his eyes. Even with blurred vision, he could make out a face, only inches from his own, staring curiously back at him.In a soft, cultured voice, Arthur said, "Welcome back,.