Apparently she had inherited much of her mother's body, slender and smooth and graceful.She looked at the shirt. It was just a faded grey tee with a N...orthside High print. Her brother's shirt, she was told – which made sense, with how baggy it was. Apparently the pants had belonged to her sister, a pair of black sweatpants. They hugged her crotch and gave her a prominent bulge, but her parents had told her not to worry about that.Not that she thought it was weird, anyway. Why would she?Just as. This is where the real story starts. I loved her with all my heart and I believed she felt the same way. Our sex was great, but I always have had fantacies about other men fucking the women I love. It hurts and is erotic at the same time and would make me hot as hell thinking about it. I first started talking about it, my fantacies, while we making love. At first she was not to open to it, but with persistence she started to get more and more excited about it. I wanted to do more than just. Everything else goes in the dumpster." I turned to Jeremy. "I assume that is how it will work here?" Yes," he said simply. He then handed each of us a prepaid credit card. "It was issued in your new names and has five hundred dollars on each of them."Mine would activate to the Daisy Evans identity and the security code 1666. The others I did not know or want to know. "Shemp is going to buy breakfast since his card will have the most money. Oh by the way, you can keep whatever cash you have on. . by the maid Gwendolyn is of age."I smiled, "and is a tomboy."He smiled and nodded, "she is far from being a lady which made me think of you."I was thinking about it and finally shrugged, "if she does not mind me always in the fields and forests..."He grinned and then chuckled, "you will either make her very happy or cure her."I turned to the door, "I am going to head towards the Ash forest to look for the robbers."He gestured and I walked out with the image of his bastard daughter in my mind..