“Did I tell that story yesterday?” she asked, touching the side of her head.“Oh, there’s a story behind that particular nickname, Mom?” I as...ked.“Yes, eat your breakfast, it’s getting cold!”I dug into it all as did my little sister – Mom always could cook anything she tried, and breakfast was her specialty.“Mom, I promise to cook and clean as needed around the house, OK?” I said.“Sure thing, ‘Biscuit!” she responded, “I need to fill you with plenty of oats, so you can be rented out to stud!”I. "Mmm, MMM!" She said. "She cute! You been seasonin' her, I see".Odell chuckled. "Yeah, we had to come to a unnastandin', feel me?"The whore laughed. "Fo' sho', I feel you fo' sho'", she laughed. What's you name, girlfriend?" she said to me.My eyes turned to Odell. "Steven", I answered in a low voice. I felt Odell's grip on my arm tighten."Stevie", he corrected. "This here be Stevie. Right, Stevie?"I hung my head. "Yes, Daddy", I said. The whore shrieked with coarse laughter."Daddy! Ha, ha, ha!. It wasn't nice.Still, she couldn't ignore the smoldering ardor still glowing so warmly in her soft white belly and simmering urgently in her young loins. But was that so important? Not always. After all, they did love each other, didn't they? Steve's real estate job was very promising, and they were literally coining money. What young bride could ask for more than the beautiful home they were buying in swank Barrington Hills? Even their nice new car was paid for, and the furniture would soon be. With his wife home, there would be one of Bob’s passionate love-making for her tonight. Joanna would be the lucky woman getting that. Jealousy swept over her. ‘What the fuck was I thinking?’ she mused. ‘Boy, was this ever a dumb move!’ Amanda decided not to wear a nightgown and slid under the covers in the king-sized bed naked. As she lay there, trying to go to sleep, all she could do was imagine Bob making love to his wife, instead of her. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was his.