I nodded.“Yes, Miss,” I said as I watched her standing there, her small, but perfectly formed breasts, looking magnificent under her bra.“Are we... forgetting things, young man? Does Auntie Wendy have to put you over her knee again to remind you?” She took the few steps over to the bed and lay down on the left-hand side, picking up the pillows from the bottom of the bed and placing them behind her head.I looked at her confused for a few moments before I remembered.“Sorry, Auntie Wendy.”The older. Now turning his back to the truck, he took a band in each hand he began throwing punches, alternating between hands. Gail moved directly in front of him, just out of his reach and stood there. To a casual observer it would appear that Bill was assaulting the much larger woman in front of him; Gail, however, was actually encouraging him. "That's it, come on extend those arms, try to hit me." Finally, totally exhausted, he dropped the bands."OK now it's my turn," Gail said with a chuckle as she. Thank you.”She wiped away the last of her tears and kissed him on the cheek.“Let’s go get some coffee and a bagel.”***************************************At exactly 9:30am later that day they arrived at West 49 th Street and walked a short distance to 20 Rockefeller Plaza; the imposing offices of Christie’s New York. At ten they were greeted by a smiling, red faced employee who introduced himself as Joel and took them to a beautiful office where they signed many forms. The formalities over,. I didn't say anything until I read her report. Since I had a lot more space, than I ever had at the cabin, or Jen's little studio, I knew I needed furniture. What I didn't need was the look of standing in a slum that Kate gave me while I accepted her report.'His Laboring Few' had taken out the wall that once separated the lobby from the family quarters. They had left the registration desk on my explicit orders.Yeah, it had a bit of the old place feel for sure, but also I would be using the it.