I had a hard time keeping my face straight when it hit me - she was playing mail-order bride. And that meant I had my own role to play."We go you hous...e now?"I nodded. "Yes. We go my house now."We didn't talk much during the drive home. She never dropped her accent or the role she was playing. Game or not, though, she was jet lagged out and spent most of the trip asleep. I didn't press her; she needed the rest. I spent the time working out my own role. If she was the helpless mail-order-bride,. She might object to becoming him, dying and ugly,and of course mad, but young people didn't know what was good for them!And he giggled again. No doubt it would be a Princely Jest, one to crownhis glorious career. What a great trick to play upon the world, a divinemadness. He would be the virtuous and beautiful Barbara Gordon and she,lucky girl, would be him, the mad clown, mad Prince of Crime, of coursehe was as ugly as sin, dying and crazy."But as Joe E Brown says in Some Like It Hot -. She saw her father sitting on the sofa and opposite him was a man whose face she recognized, but she couldn't place a name to."Dad?" She walked to the front of the couch, only then noticing that her Dad's pants were unzipped and he was stroking his cock. Mara widened her eyes at her dad and then looked at the other man sitting opposite him."Am I interrupting something, Daddy?" She said as she glanced down at his cock."No, not at all, honey." He continued to stroke his cock. "This is Xavier. He. ” Jack gave a wry smile and swatted the blonde on the rear. Sharley quickly wiggled her butt and said, “That’s for tomorrow, Jack.” Then she scampered out of the room before he could swat her a second time. Jack went into the kitchen to find the wine and a cork screw.Upstairs, Dakota found the girls in the spare bedroom, where they had dumped Teresa’s bag unceremoniously. “What’s up?” she asked.“Just figuring out what Teresa can wear tonight,” said Lisa.“We can go shopping tomorrow. We just get.