*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
**Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Collette Theresa Chastaine sluggishly rolled onto her back and continued to let the hot August sun bronze her skin. Her skin shone from the combination of her sweat and the sunning lotion she'd smeared onto her flesh.
The Barragona tan-through suit promised no tan lines and also promised that the wearer could swim without fear of the material becoming translucent. Even Collette had balked at the price tag on the tiger stripe strapless bikini, but finally broke down and bought the sleek, sexy swimwear.
"Need to roll over, Shayla," Collette mumbled to her roommate.
Shayla Margaret Dupre roused slightly, then rolled over onto her back. She wiped the beads of sweat from her beautiful face then rolled the smaller towel and propped it under her blonde head. The sun was a bright red haze through her tightly closed eyelids. She pulled her Surewill Flamingo series sunglasses from atop her head and slid them down over her eyes.
Through the bubble gum pink mirrored lenses of her sunglasses, Shayla peered at Collette's sweaty, glistening body. She and Collette were both five feet, one inches in height and both weight one hundred and twelve pounds. From her Latina mother, Belinda Lopez, Collette had inherited large breasts and a heart shaped rear. From her father, Collette had inherited a beautiful face and an intelligent mind.
Shayla had inherited her mother's whitish blonde hair, heart shaped face and large blue eyes. She'd also inherited her mother's large breasts and compact backside.
Shayla's mother, Peggy Dupre was a beautiful woman or had been before succumbing to the temptations of fighting the effects of aging. Liposuction, collagen and Botox injections, tummy and buttock tucks, and breast implants had made the forty three year old woman look quite freakish. And, as vain as she was, Peggy believed the open-mouthed stares she received were stares of open-mouthed admiration rather than shock and disbelief.
She did not know whom her biological father might be; Shayla did know Henry Dupre was not her father. But from her biological father, Shayla had apparently inherited some useable gray matter; Peggy was as dumb as a bald cypress stump.
"Hey; I, I'm going in. This is enough sun for one day," Collette said, rousing the sluggish Shayla.
"Oomph!" Shayla agreed and labored to get to her feet.
As she gathered her towels and tube of thick, greasy suntan ointment, Shayla smiled to herself. She could smell the smells of summer; the live vegetation, the lush grass under her feet, even the smells of the salt water swimming pool in the Chastaine back yard.
Slipping her feet into her flip flops, Shayla flipped her knee length blonde hair back, then gathered the thick hair into a loose ponytail. With one more look around, making sure she left nothing, Shayla walked to the rear sliding glass door of the Chastaine home.
Henry Dupre, Sr. was not as clueless as Peggy had believed. And when the seventy year old man discovered he had colon cancer, he sold his veterinarian practice to Dr. Tammy Fontenot for one dollar. He then put his millions of dollars into three trusts for Hank, Henry Donald Dupre, Jr., Shayla Margaret Dupre and Bailey Margaret Dupre. The trust was handled by Henry's friend and attorney, Donald Pellichet. Each child received a monthly allowance of one thousand dollars from their trusts, provided that they were either in school or working at full-time jobs. Requests for additional funds to be charged against their trusts were to be made in writing to Donald Pellichet, with the attorney having sole discretion of approving or disapproving the request. Upon their thirtieth birthday, the children would receive the remainder of their trusts.
The four thousand six hundred square foot home, Henry had also placed into the trust. The home was to be sold the moment Bailey reached twenty one years of age, which was four years in the future. Then, the proceeds from the sale would go into the trusts of the three children. But Peggy could not use the home to secure a loan or as collateral for any expenditures. Henry had likewise cancelled all credit cards and emptied their bank accounts into the children's trusts.
"He, he even cancelled the insurance policies?" Peggy asked, dumb-founded as Donald read the last will and testament of Henry Donald Dupre, senior.
"No ma'am; he simply changed the beneficiaries; the insurance was paid out, going into the trust funds," Donald said, looking over his half-moon reading glasses at the widow.
Donald took a sip of his green tea sweetened with one teaspoon of local wild honey. He then cleared his throat, fighting against the smirk; he could see the knowing smirks on the faces of the three Dupre children.
"And to my darling and grossly unfaithful ex-wife, get a job," Donald continued reading the client's words.
"But, but, I'm the wife; I get at least half," Peggy declared, wrinkling her surgically misshapen face into a grotesque sneer.
"If you had been married to Henry Donald Dupre Senior at the time of one Henry Donald Dupre Senior's passing, then yes," Donald agreed, sliding the decree of divorce between Peggy and Henry, dated nine months to the day after Bailey Margaret Dupre's birth.
"I, but I, I didn't sign..." Peggy sputtered, reading the legal papers.
Vaguely, Peggy remembered Henry carrying a bouquet of roses and some papers into her hospital room. He had told her they were insurance papers having to do with Bailey's birth. Peggy hadn't bothered reading them and slashed her illegible signature where Henry had placed paper clips indicating where she needed to sign.
"I, I'll fight this," Peggy vowed.
"A ruling of divorce from seventeen years ago?" Donald asked, one graying eyebrow raised.
Hank was employed with DeGarde Office Equipment Leasing & Maintenance. Shayla was a freshman, attending the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. At present, she was not sure what her major would be so she was focusing on getting the general requirements out of the way.
"Give me some money," Peggy had demanded of Hank.
