You too.”He turned to leave, but she stopped him with, “Oh, here’s your statement, Mr. Hatter.”“Oh yeah. Thanks.”He took the two folded sh...eets of paper and left. He was sitting in the pickup across the street before he opened them up to see what was on them. And he damn near shit his underwear! There was six hundred forty-one dollars and change in a checking account, and seventy-three thousand, five hundred and thirteen dollars and eighty-three cents in the savings account!“HOLY FUCK!” burst. "Neither do I, unfortunately. Neither do I."They chatted a little more. Jo asked how her father was doing and was told he was doing fine. He spent a few hours each night tracking and modifying their investments and had recently taken up billiards as a hobby."It's good you two are keeping yourselves busy," Jo said. "Idle minds lead to boredom after all." This was one of the oldest sayings of their people as boredom was considered an affliction as bad as cancer."We know that only too well," her. I’m in a tight, tank top and loose, flowing skirt, no underwear or bra, and my hair let down for once. I feel your eyes on me and I look over to the doorway out of the corner of my eye, seeing you grinning with a lustful look in your eyes. I look back at what I’m doing trying to ignore what I know you’re planning silently to yourself. You slowly step towards me, wrap your arms around my waist, and start to gently kiss my neck. I let out a giggle. ‘I’m cooking dinner babe, not right now.’ I tell. We chatted for a while, and kissed each other cheeks goodnight. I was confused, so full of desire for her and did not have a clue yet if all her body language was calling me in or if she was always like that. I sent her an SMS with some sweeter words for goodnight, she thanked me and that was it. It took us months to meet again, and pretty much it was the same as the first time. By the end of that second meeting, I knew I had to do something next time we met. Thank God, it.