It was my final offer, I meant it. Don't came back tomorrow and say you will take it." I headed to the door."I want to see the color of your money fir...st," he said.I wanted to tell him what a fuck he was. I also wanted to tell him that his wife had good sense, but what I did was pull out my wad of hundreds. "Satisfied?" I asked."You are a smart mouthed bitch, I could just take the money," he said."That my friend, would be the worst decision of your life," I said looking at him hard."Okay, lets. Carrots are burning onthe bottom, bringing sugars to the forefront but not much in the way ofbeneficial nourishment, but tasty in a weird way. A halved chicken withcopious amounts of salt elevated by the carrots and drownding inCampbell's mushroom soup is topped with peach halves marking it assomething special. Thank God dad is preparing an alternative.It's good to be home. Nostalgia kicks in, and a warm fuzzy feelingengulfs me. Memories of playing with hot wheels in the hallway or flyingmy. "Of course." Caroline's blunt response gave vent to her exasperation with what she saw as Isobel's unnecessary questions."And there also need to be 'adequate individual restraint facilities'. We have to check for those as well." I think you'll find," Caroline responded, trying to keep her irritation in check, "that the arrangements meet the agency's requirements." I'm sure. Perhaps you could show me the overnight arrangements." Isobel knew this was the most important part of the inspection.. Cindy had been busy while I was gone. The dildo and lube were sitting on the nightstand, and she had covered the bed with our "fuck blanket," an old brown blanket that she liked to use to protect the sheets, in case we made a mess."Hey big boy, wanna have a little fun?" she teased."What did you have in mind?"She patted the bed beside her. "Come over here and let me show you."I pretended to hesitate, then got on the bed. "Just lay back and let me take care of you," she said. "You won't be.