"I am not going to sit there and let you bad mouth me in front of some stranger."That ended that conversation and my hope of getting Sonya to agree to... counseling. I had already decided that I wasn't going to tell her I wanted a divorce in an attempt to get her to agree to counseling so I was just going to have to weather the storm and hope we could survive it.The following Monday evening Sonya told me that Mr. Stanley was throwing one of his cocktail parties at the Marriott Hotel on Saturday. As soon as our one-man band was ready, he signaled to Maurice and Belle to start their dialogue. Neither of them were holding a script, so I assumed they knew their stuff. I love people who are prepared, so I said, “Belle, are you ready?”“Yes,” I heard.“Maurice, are you ready?”We all heard what sounded like an echo when both Michael and our accompanist said, “Yes,” which made us all laugh.Nodding to Michael I said, “Go ahead”...BELLE “Papa ... if I ask you something, will you answer me. First came his shirt, followed by my blouse. Then he would drop his pants and I would unzip my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then I would check his bulge. We would sit opposite each other and just talk. I made sure Jimmy would look at me when he talked. The first weekend I thought it would tear his shorts. As the weeks went by, it was still big but he seemed to have it under control. There was a change in Jimmy as well. He gained a huge boost in his self confidence. After a few weeks,. “You’re so awesome Dad,” she smiled as she put her arm round me. It wasn’t a sexual smile though. I guess she could see I was fucked out. We cuddled intimately and I admired her beautifully muscled thighs and her bush while we watched TV for a while. When we went up to bed it was to our separate beds, and that felt right, though it was hard to say exactly why. Well maybe it was because she still needs a father and I want to be that father, not something else, like her partner.Though when I got.