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Laughing, Lilly responded, “Typical man.” She poured some more wine into his plant as he turned away from her to put the movie in.
Jack chuckled as he wondered if sex on the couch with Lilly would be similar to what it had been like with Payton. Lilly and he had only ever had sex in a bed. He wanted to hear her yell his name as he dominated her. The thought of having sex with both sisters on a couch in the same week turned him on. He already had the lube under the sofa and a condom if she refused to go without. But he was sure that would not be the case, since it had never been an issue before. The movie was the icing on their date to ensure she was in the mood to go.
Settling in, they both lay down on the couch to watch the movie. Jack had his arm around Lilly, snuggling in. All at once her pressures slipped away and she could no longer keep her eyes open. By the start of the movie Lilly was out like a light.
Unaware that Lilly had fallen asleep, Jack slowly traced his finger along her arm and down her side, slowly coming in toward her breast. Keeping his arm around her, he circled her nipple over top of her shirt. He could feel his hard-on already beginning. The nipple trick always gets the girls moving. It was then he began to hear little snores coming from her. What the fuck. He looked over to her and, sure enough, she was fast asleep. What was he going to do now? His penis was as hard as wood. Slowly getting up from the couch, he went into the kitchen to get another beer and weigh his options. Looking down at his pants he could see the tent fully pitched. What the hell?Maybe if she woke up she would offer to give him a hand? And with that thought he decided to fix the problem himself, right there on the other couch by masturbating in front of her sleeping.
*
Picking up themorning paper, Payton read the first article on the front page as she drank her coffee.
European mortgage fraud comes to the United States
What is known to be one of Europe’s biggest mortgage fraud families has packed their bags and believed to have moved to the United States. The Bernard Castle case five years ago put four of the Castle family members behind bars for mortgage fraud, selling lake front property that was in the middle of wheat fields. These arrests came after a one-year investigation against the family. The Castle family is believed to be working in the United States with unknown accomplices conducting similar fraudulent activity. With the upcoming release date of three of the four Castle family members, lawyers are working diligently on the family’s fraudulent activities to prosecute them further. According to an undisclosed source, the approximate value of collected investment money from the last five known victims was approximately two million dollars, each of whom had been defrauded of between $200,000 and $500,000.
Tips to protect you from mortgage real estate fraud…”
Oh my gosh. This could affect how many properties she can sell. She wondered if her sister’s law firm was working on the case. Setting her coffee down, she called Lilly to see if she knew anything about it.
“Hello,” Lilly answered her cell phone, half awake.
“Morning, sunshine. Have you seen the paper today?”
“Um. No. What time is it?” Abruptly waking up, Lilly sat up from the couch she was laying on.
“Six thirty in the morning. Sorry, I thought you would be on your way to work. Did I wake you?”
“Shit! Sorry, Payton, I fell asleep on Jack’s couch last night.” Flustered that Jack had left without waking her, Lilly scrambled up, hoping she would make it to work on time.
“Look, I have to go. Sorry. Thanks for the call, talk to you tonight!” And with that she ended the call and was out the door.
By nine that morning, Ryan had already called Lilly twice. Each time, she let it go straight to her voicemail. She did feel a little guilty about it, but she was swamped with paperwork and did not have time to deal with him. Somehow, the Bernard Castle case that Martin and Lilly were working on was leaked out, forcing them to work more efficiently, more quickly, and maintain secrecy. Word was out that the Castle family had a new set of lawyers in the New York area that was pushing for an earlier release date. It would be nice to know who they would be up against, but the details were a little murky still, as rumor had it they had fired their most recent team of lawyers.
Lilly sat in the middle of her office, literally surrounded by boxes and paper. “Martin, I think I may have something here.” She could just make out the top of his head while she spoke. “Hopefully, it’s the needle in the haystack we have been looking for.”
Martin was fully standing now, his tie loosened around his heavyset neck and his shirtsleeves rolled up. He had to maneuver nimbly in order to move somewhat closer to Lilly without stepping on anything.
“I just don’t know if this is a good thing for us.” She rubbed her forehead, unsure of what the file meant.
Showing his impatience, Martin took the file she was holding and quickly scanned the papers inside. It looked as if he were fanning himself with the papers as he speedily went through the file. Unable to hide his annoyance, he flipped the file back to Lilly. “Sorry, I don’t see anything unusual.”
Now annoyed herself, she whipped the file out of his hand and opened it to the second page. “Here.” She pointed to the bottom where all the signatures were.
“Okay.” Still not seeing her point, Martin began to make his way back to his spot while mumbling something in Italian.
“Wait. Whose signature is this?”
Shaking his head, Martin took a step back to glance at the paper. “I don’t know, I can’t read it. I never did understand why people just scribbled their names in important documents.”
“It’s Payton’s.” She stood there wide-eyed waiting for him to play catch up, but he still stood their dumbfounded. It looked like she would have to spell it out for him.
“And I should know who this is and why it is important?”
Although she saw Payton’s signature, something else dawned on her. Forgetting his question she went to a box of documents from another case of hers. Something was up with the handwriting. The signature looked like Payton’s, but the handwriting was different. Her other case had similar looking cursive writing.
Interrupting, the receptionist poked her head in. “Sorry, Ms. O’Neal. You have a phone call. The caller has been calling every fifteen minutes and says it’s an emergency.”
