" More tears started to drip from my eyes,making my fur wet and dark."Oh honey, I know that this is a lot for you to handle. Just give it sometime and... you'll see that it's not that bad."My temper flared up, "What do you mean it's not that bad! I'm an animal!I'm never leaving my room, ever. Now please go. And don't call me honey."Mom tried to reason, "Sweetheart, don't act like that."I picked up a pillow and threatened to throw it at her, "I said out, Mom,and never call me sweetheart,. She cooed approvingly. I dropped to my knees and helped Anton out of his shoes and socks; then lowered his trousers and boxers. He stood wearing only a tee shirt, with Dianna eating his face and stroking his stiff cock. I held her leg and slipped off first one of her shoes and then the other. Next I reached up under her skirt and started to pull down her tights and knickers. Dianna stiffened then, seeing how naked Anton was, relaxed. Her knickers and tights now on the floor, I undid her skirt. Tea was cold as always. Elsie was bloody miserable as always.“For half a bloody crown I’d send the lot of thee to workhouse,” I joked to lighten mood.“For half a crown I’d bloody go,” Elsie said moodily.“Mam our Dad offered five bob for me honour,” Lucy blurted out as she washed the coal dust off her while stripped to the waist by kitchen sink.“Some bloody hopes it must be long gone,” Elsie snapped.“No, no bugger’s had me our mam, ent no one as I fancy,” Lucy said, “Except Daddy.” “Now hang on. Gwendolyn's mother, knowing all-to-well the ways of young women and their passage into adulthood--and even more so the ways of young men!--kept a protective yet trusting eye on her only daughter, her treasure, whom she had raised alone for many years since the black night the wolf-riders swept out from their craggy lairs in the Whispering Mountains, leaving many--Gwendolyn's father among them--dead in their howling wake. The cleverest of Gwendolyn's suitors found hope and strategy in this.