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“Because I know so to believe!”
Caroline highly doubted that “Try me”
“Do you remember Cassandra Welsh?”
“Do I reet a serial heartbreaker like Cassandra Welsh? Before she moved to the west coast, she was a notorious vixen who seduced the darling sons of the local gentry, taking on one after another, so the the Soible rich bachelor in the area were sexually connected to one another thanks to Cassandra’s seductions No wonder they all went to bed with her, too! She was the only child of the Welsh Estate, an old, vast fortune that spanned the Atlantic enough times to extend around the world Nobody could remember how the Welshes accrued their riches now Soer looked kindly upon After all, they had been in the country since the Revolutionary days
But why the hell was Adelaide calling Caroline about soh estates to house a so, citing a need to get away fro east coast that was about to cause her a nervous breakdown Such a fragile little waif she was! Caroline often wondered how she ed to take on soher dry of her youth and vitality? Goodness knew Caroline had been trying that herself for years…
“You know ht?”
“No, but do go on”
“Well! She just came hon that NDA, you know – that Cassandra is heading back out your way for the big Christmas Gala!”
Noasn’t that a gleaet that Caroline could pluck from the rocky beaches and make a fortune off of? Not that she needed to The alimony she still received froot to do whatever the hell she wanted for the rest of her life
But Caroline didn’t care about theso in that neck of the woods would bring her As it was, Adelaide had not told another soul, choosing to oh-so-graciously share it with only Caroline, her darling friend from days past
Once she kicked Adelaide off the phone, Caroline began to ponder what to do with this inforhts were sorely interrupted, however, when the masseuse took this as her opportunity to attack Caroline’s lower back hat felt like a Muay Thai move As it so happened, her hts, and now took out her sie on rich twits like Caroline
The rage very likely passed into the older woman’s muscles and later prompted her to start a series of phone calls that were akin to shouting in the wind
Because Cassandra the Slut was back for Christmas, and that was the delicious present even the most prudish matrons couldn’t turn down
Scene 2
The Alison-Mathers
Kathryn had barely stepped out of her bathrobe when her phone rang in its pocket
She took one look at the na water Bubbles glistened in the candlelight set out to create a lass of red wine awaited her on the small tray on the nearby sill All was tranquil in the bathroo phone that accompanied the name CAROLINE
The bath water rippled froht move to take a relaxing bath that night Her naughty boyfriend Ian was already naked and wet in the tub, one hairy leg poking through the surface as he sank back against the slant He alwaysdeal about how Kathryn was his excuse for taking a bath instead of shower (The man was, as usual, a liar He simply didn’t want to admit that once a month he soaked sore muscles in his tub while his cat made valiant atteiven water in her feline life)
Kathryn was torn Should she send her boyfriend’s ht to voiceret it?
If you know Caroline, which you probably do, then you know the answer is very obvious: clearly, the call must be answered
“Hello?” Kathryn atte the woman ould more than likely be her mother-in-law one day Always ahen one was naked and the boyfriend was equally naked in the tub Thankfully, nobody in the Alison-Mathers netas shy about sex and nudity So everyone had to think about when Caroline Grant-Mathers was once again in the scandal rags e
“You are never going to believe this!” Caroline’s shrill voice was always a wake-up call “Wait, what are you doing? I don’t want to tell you until I knohat you’re doing”
As it so happened, Kathryn was leaning against the bathroouid eyes for her
“Just about to get into the bath,” Kathryn said She rarely lied to Caroline unless it was in her best interest to do so It was not, at the moment “Is that sufficient for what you need to tell me?”