A/N Unfortunately, despite several really good tries, no one successfully guessed who the visitor to Sookie and Eric was. What I found interesting, is that no one guessed it was a female.

SPOV

I was not happy to hear someone knock at my door. First off, I was just about to begin another round of mind-blowing sex with Eric. But, only two people were even aware that I was here. One of them was holding me in his arms. The other knew better than to interrupt us. I had Eric set me down and I walked over and answered the door.

"Heh, nice outfit, Sookie." Oops, I'd forgotten all I was wearing was Eric's shirt and my panties.

"What in the hell are you doing here? You're not welcome here, and you damn well know it."

"I saw your car and thought I'd stop by to say hello."

"Bull shit, Crystal. First off, the only way you could see my car was here is if you had already pulled into the driveway. And why would you want to talk to me, anyway. I thought I made myself very clear that I never wanted you anywhere near me ever again."

"Right, like I'd ever let a meddling bitch like you get in the way of my plans."

Eric had been standing behind the opened door, and had not been in Crystals' line of sight. He took that moment to step up behind me and wrap one arm around my waist. Crystal's eyes widened dramatically at the sight of him.

"Is there a problem, darling?" He was addressing me, but, by the look on her face, I could tell that he was giving Crystal a hard look.

Before I had time to answer him, Crystal asked, "Who the fuck are you?"

"I would be Sookie's boyfriend. And before you say another word, I'd warn you that I do not take kindly to you speaking to her like that in her own home. Just because you're trash, that doesn't give you the right to speak to her like she is as well." Crystal took obvious offense to this statement. And did he just call himself my boyfriend? File that one away for later.

"I'm not trash. And if I have any say in it, this won't be her home for long."

"Well, then I guess it's a damn good thing that you don't have any say in it, isn't it?" I was sick to death of her idle threats, and I wanted her to know it. "You're not going to get your hands on any of it. Not the jewelry, the money, or the property. Now, I would suggest that you leave before I call the police."

She simply folded her arms across her chest, as if she thought that the police coming here wouldn't do a thing to change the situation. Apparently, she hadn't brokered on Eric's reaction to that.

"I believe that Miss Stackhouse has asked you to leave her property. Are you refusing?" He looked at her with cold eyes and waited for her answer.

"Hell yes I'm refusing."

"Well, then it is completely within her rights to remove you by force."

"I'd like to see that happen. Sookie wouldn't have the guts to touch me."

Eric smiled ruthlessly, and looking down at me said, "Sookie, my love, would you like for me to remove her for you?" I saw fear take over Crystal's face.

"Yes, I believe I would certainly appreciate that, thank you." Eric took two steps toward Crystal, before she turned and ran down the porch towards her car.

"This isn't over, bitch," she said as she climbed into her vehicle, and drove away, her tires sending a shower of gravel towards the house.

Once her car was out of sight, and we were back inside with the door shut, Eric turned to me, one eyebrow raised and said, "Friend of yours?"

"She's my sister-in-law." I don't know if I could have said it with more disgust than I did. Eric seemed taken aback by this statement, so I took his hand and led him over to the recliner. Once he was seated, I sat down in his lap and pulled her arms around me tight. If I was going to tell this story, I sure as hell was going to be very comfy.

"Remember when I told you that my parents and Hadley's parents had died in a plane crash?" He nodded. "Well, at the time, my Dad and my Aunt Linda were the only heirs to a substantial fortune. You see, when this area was first settled, the majority of it was forest. Jonas Stackhouse, my great-great-grandfather, owned quite a bit of land. He made a lot of money by dividing the land into parcels and selling them off, and now, probably a good 70% of Bon Temps sits on former Stackhouse property. He invested quite a bit of that into some good stocks, so, the amount kept growing. He also sold lumber rights of about 10 acres to Norcross, the local lumber plant. Rather than sell the land, they basically pay a pretty big fee every year for the right to use the area for their processing plant, and to cut down the trees on the land, too.

After the plane crash, the full estate was divided into three parts, and held in trust by my Gran and was to be turned over to Jason, Hadley and I when we each reached our 21st birthday. Unfortunately, Hadley obviously didn't live to be that old. So, her portion was originally supposed to be divided in half and put in the fund for Jason and me. Since Gran was the executor of the estate, she could make changes if she wanted to. She knew that Jason and Hadley never got along, and that Jason would be mean to her as often as he could. He was actually a pretty cruel child. We knew that Gran had changed the way the funds were being dispersed, but at first she didn't want to tell us how it was going to be done. Eventually, she said that Hadley's portion would be divided into two equal parts, and that each of our spouses would get that portion. The ownership of the land rights was supposed to have been set up the same way. Also, there are several pieces of antique jewelry that have been passed through generations of our family, and Gran had actually sat down and wrote who each individual piece should go to.

After I moved to New York, Gran started to get sick. It was never anything major. She developed arthritis, then she broke her hip, and then she had to have her gallbladder removed. Everything was really starting to take its toll on her body. At that time, Jason had been dating Crystal for around 2 months. One day when he was drunk as skunk, he let it slip that he was going to be getting a big inheritance, and that it would also make his spouse pretty rich, too. Three weeks later, Crystal had Jason convinced that she was pregnant, and he married her. A month after I moved back from New York, Gran had a stroke, and died in the hospital. A couple weeks later, when her lawyer went over her will with us, we were all in for a huge surprise. Gran hadn't been truthful when she said how everything was set up. The portion that my Dad had originally left to Jason was still his. But other than that, he really wasn't getting much. There were a couple personal items, like my Grandfather's cuff-links, my Great-Grandfather's wedding ring, and things like that, that went to him as well. But, other than that, Gran had actually put everything else in my name. She knew that Crystal was just in it for the money, and she wanted to make sure she didn't get a single cent. The will stipulated that my portion of the estate provide Jason with a monthly 'income,' for lack of a better word. Basically he was going to be getting $10,000 a month without doing anything for it.

Not long after that, Crystal told Jason she'd lost the baby, and moved out of his house. I honestly don't think she ever actually WAS pregnant. As soon as she'd moved out of Jason's place, she hired this sleazy ass of a lawyer to sue me for a whole bunch of money from the estate. They argued that Gran had meant to make an allotment for Crystal in her will, but was unable to due to her failing health. It's still going through all the legal red tape. Ever since then, though, Crystal will show up her every once in a while. I wouldn't be surprised if she was actually just showing up when I wasn't here, trying to figure out how to break in and find the jewelry. What she doesn't realize is that not only is it NOT here, it's not even in the state!"

"Wow. No wonder you don't like the bitch. I tell ya what; if you need any more legal assistance on it, let me know. A good friend of mine from New Orleans is a widely known lawyer, and he specializes in estate planning. Just having his name attached to your case would make almost any other lawyer tuck tail and run."

I couldn't believe how sweet Eric was being about this new discovery. Most men would ask how much the estate was worth. Or, how much I was worth. But not Eric. He just wanted to offer to help me out. I wonder what he would say if he did know how much I'm worth, technically speaking.

"Well, I sure do appreciate the offer baby, but, I think I should be okay for now. For the time being, I think I'll just continue to work with the lawyer Gran was using. If something else comes up, I might take you up that offer."

He began moving his hands up and down my sides, and placing kisses along my back. "I have another offer I'd like you to take me up on, if it's not too much to ask." How does he do that? One minute we can be talking about something completely normal. And then in just an instant, he can switch to having sex literally drip out of the sound of his voice.

"Hmmm…maybe you should give me an example of the things you'd like me to do." He chuckled, shifted me in his arms so he was holding me bridal style, and stood, making his way back to my bedroom.

An hour and a half later (what can I say, this man is GOOD), we lay in each other's arms completely sated. I rested my head on his chest and played with the light sprinkling of hair covering it.

"Sookie?"

"Yes, love?"

"I want to ask you something, but I don't want you to get the wrong impression of why I'm asking."

I was pretty sure I knew where this was going. "Go on."

"Well, I'm curious. What is the net value of your holdings?" Yup, it was exactly the question I'd been holding.

"Well, I'm not absolutely positive. The last time I saw the statements was 2 months ago, and I know that the value has increased a little bit since then."

"What was it at the time?"

"Oh, something like $80 million."