To Darleen, Tempest shone like the brightest star in the sky, she was the perfect little pixie who could do no wrong. She doted on her beautiful littl...e name-sake, treating her like a pampered princess. Since the stone family was the epitome of wealth, Darleen was able to take her mission to spoil her only goddaughter to an obscene level. Tempest had her own wing at the Stone mansion, an enormous bedroom with a big canopy bed covered in a pale pink satin bed spread, and heaping with a dozen. Jeanette sat down with me about six monthslater and said, "You have been doing very well, Isabella. I haven't hadto whip you in months. Your training is preciding quicker than wethought. Now we have to do the harder training in being a wife andserving your husband. "I screamed, "My husband? Who said I was married, I cant have a husband."She laughed, "Isabella you will learn when you leave you will not beable to survive unless you have a husband. That's a woman's life. Unlessyou want to be a. It was a private moment between you and Rachael, and I peeked." If I had really thought it would bother me, I wouldn't have let her do it out where anyone could see us. Just from what I know about Rachael, I'm sure she would have been delighted to know that you were watching. And it's not like you haven't seen my ... well..."She grew red. "I suppose you're right," she mumbled. "So it really doesn't bother you?" Not at all." So I suppose Rachael told you where she spent the night," Lissa. The look in her eyes was downright disturbing. In an effort to please, she began retelling the story that her friend should know by heart. "You and me, we were whoring ourselves out on that website you started up, 'member? You were always so good with that sort of thing. You always handled the money and I called you my accountant. Anyhow, Dean was my best client. He must've dropped, omigawd, $10,000 on my holes! Then I got knocked up and you narrowed who the father must be to Dean and some.