He now could see that the sheets and blankets were totally off her. Did she kick them off in the night? Or did she hear him when he was in the bathroo...m and quickly move them aside as he entered? He didn't care. All he knew was he could see her entire body. Yet this time not only could he see her shapely ass, but he could see her bare legs all the way down. Her light blue nightshirt had ridden up slightly on the right. This exposed her pale yellow panties. At least he thought they were yellow.. Ainsley stared at him longer than she meant to before remembering to nod. How on Earth had Simon figured out that already? It was buried deep in the charter and the language was particularly cryptic.Simon gave a little smirk. “There’s a ton of information about the trust on Lexis-Nexis. This guy Hemmick writes about it constantly. And he’s got a serious hard-on for the imputation clause.”Ainsley nodded. “Hemmick wrote the textbook on trust law we used at Yale. He was at Black and Stringer back. Tangier in the '40's had places like this... **** Kiki, the small c***d of the family who owned the hotel, brought them a bottle of Mezcal, cooled by an inadequate refrigerator in the cantina downstairs. Already, the room had grown close with the smell of their bodies, and the two looked at him with eyes of a color never seen in this village. The color of Canadian lakes, high in the mountains that drink the sky in their cold, cold depths. As he held out the. On the way to the ranch we made small talk catching up with each about things since we last saw each other at the funeral. Aunt Gail let me know that the Trucking Company settled with her nicely, and combined with the other Insurance policy she was set for life. Aunt Gail said that she enjoyed the ranch as she was hands on working every day. But asked for me personally as a way to help both of us out, as she needed a worker, and I needed a job. Aunt Gail was explaining what my duties would be.