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“That’s her house. Or it was,” said Jill. “I’ve only been here once, but that’s where she lived with Adam, so I assume she kept the house.”

“That’s a damn fine house for a guy on a Ranger salary,” frowned CJ.

“Like I told you, she always wanted more, demanded more. I know she didn’t come from money. She told another wife once that her family was dirt poor, and she wasn’t going to live that way.”

“Let’s see if she’s home,” said Dan.

The three stepped out of the car and walked up to the door. Snow covered the grass, but the home looked to be well-maintained. Dan knocked several times. Finally, someone cracked the door.

“May I help you?” asked the man. He was dressed in tight-fitting gym clothes, his hands covered in oil.

“We’re looking for Alana Weathers,” said Dan.

“Let them in!” came the voice from behind the door.

The man opened the door, and they were greeted by Alana Weathers lying face down on a massage table. Her back was bare, slick with massage oil. A tiny towel covered her ass cheeks, but everything else was out and oily.

“Mrs. Weathers, could you please get dressed? We’d like to speak with you,” said Dan. She turned, leaning on one arm, smiling at him. When she saw Jill, her smile vanished. She stood quickly, grabbing the sheet to her breasts and wrapping it around her body.

“Hello, Alana.”

“Jill. I-I didn’t know, I mean, I didn’t expect to see you,” she stammered.

“No, I suppose you didn’t. Don’t worry, Alana. I’m grateful that you showed me the real Tim. I see you’re grieving as expected.”

“You can’t imagine the stress I’ve been under,” she said, looking at the masseur. “I need help getting the knots out of my neck.”

“And your bare ass?” frowned CJ. Alana smiled up at CJ, licking her lips at Dan.

“I smell Special Forces,” she grinned. “It’s a gift of mine.”

“I’m sorry to hear of your loss,” said Jill carefully.

“Don’t be. It wasn’t going to work with Tim and me. He wasn’t a visionary at all. He was too short-sighted and didn’t understand what has to be done to get ahead in this world.” Jill nodded, taking a step forward.

“I meant the loss of your unborn child.”

The woman stared at her, then took one step backward toward the hallway. She looked at the two men, then her masseur.

“Let me get dressed. I’ll be right back.”

There was an awkward silence as she shuffled down the hallway. The man never moved, just staring at the three giant people.

“We have a few minutes if you need a little relaxation,” he smiled, winking at Jill.

“You touch her, and it will be the last time you touch anything,” growled CJ. Dan just chuckled, shaking his head.

“Sorry. Just offering since I’m here.”

“How often are you here?” asked Jill.

“Three times a week. She likes to relax,” he smiled.

“I bet she does,” whispered Dan.

“Alright, I’m dressed now,” said Alana, walking out into the living room.

“That’s debatable,” said Jill. She was wearing a skin-tight t-shirt with no bra, emphasizing her recently purchased breasts. The tiny black shorts showed her ass cheeks in spite of the biting cold outside.

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