The Party Boy

“Will do. How about that guy you tracked down a while back, Mrs. Lipton’s first husband. Can I get his contact information?”

“Sure. His name Robert del Rio. Currently of Ossining, New York. A guest of the New York Department of Corrections. Though he’s due to be sprung soon.”

Well that’s easy enough. He’s in Sing Sing penitentiary.

I thank Lips and return to my naked boy, obediently standing on his stool, proudly displaying a good sized erection. He looks pretty, a purple tipped swollen penis contrasting nicely with the otherwise girlish look.

It’s been many months since I lost Jack. Lots of money received, the Institute’s video of my former party boy both entertaining and disturbing. Essentially I sold Jack. In hindsight, I probably should have been more loyal. Yet $5,000,000 can easily compromise loyalty.

But overall, I am not a woman who likes to be on the losing end, though whether I have really suffered a loss is debatable. Though she’s one of us, the haughty Mrs. Lipton should not always win. Still, I am sworn not to further muddy the waters of Mrs. Lipton’s inheritance. And as she has pointed out, it benefits me not to do so... and even more so now.

But there is nothing in the agreements, however long and detailed, which prevents me from suggesting to this Robert del Rio, apparently a con man of questionable skill, that his marriage may remain legally in place... in the United States. And that his wife is worth hundreds of millions...

Ah, the thought of the reprobate exiting Sing Sing and becoming a respectable resident of Palm Beach, leading a life of wealth and luxury, intrigues.

But could it be that Mrs. Lipton will have another candidate for a one way trip to the Bavarian Alps?