Gerald rose to greet her. She walked up to him, took his hand in both of hers, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, "I am so happy to meet you, Gerald. Thank you so much for coming." Her voice was small, almost hushed. Several things occurred to him as they greeted one another. Holly was incredibly well mannered. She obviously was much younger than Jane, probably by twenty years or more, which would put her in her mid-to-late twenties. She was quite a bit smaller than Jane, say 5 foot 4, 115 pounds. She too wore the Sappho ring. And she was quite possibly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, certainly a rival to his beautiful late wife and his stunning daughter. Everything about her was flawless: the medium-length light-brown hair, the straight white teeth and dazzling smile, the widely spaced emerald cat-shaped eyes, the lightly freckled peaches-and-cream complexion, and last, but certainly not least, the perfect petite breasts and derriere. She wore a cashmere pullover that matched her eyes and beige slacks. .....