Not at all!”, I spluttered.Jennifer slowly crossed her nyloned legs and placed her hand ever so gently on my thigh, sending a most pleasant erotic s...hock through my body.“Well… I did tell mummy that I thought you would serve for her. I know this would be asking a lot of you Peter, but I’d be ever so grateful if you’d be Mummy’s maid. As a very special favour for me. Just this once.”How could I resist!“Yes, Miss, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”She reached over and planted a big wet kiss on my. She also grilled me about my knowledge about Gray Stone. I told her the fiction we had invented. I wasn’t sure who all had a hand in the fiction, but it seemed to be nice and tight.“So, he is a real live hero, what is he doing working with you?” Tonya asked.“He is a man who came to realize that he has no skills, and he couldn’t eat his medals. So he went to work using the skills he did have.The three of us rode in Tonya’s car to Walmart after breakfast in a fast food chain restaurant. Tonya was. That's it, look at the camera, now up a little, cross your legs, hands on knees, now scrunch up a little, that's it, now give me a seductive look. Great Sally, now just open the top two buttons of your blouse. No I'm sorry, we'll need another one open. That's it, now slide your left hand inside onto your left boob. Now come on, it's for the camera. That's it, now look straight at me and pout a little. Great, now slide your skirt up a little, just a little more, come on let the camera see your. She probably thought of Cathy and me as bastard children, too, but I never met her.Cathy’s and my reactions were different from Mom’s. I think we felt betrayed, too, but on more than one occasion I thought that, under other circumstances, my father might have made a good Taliban. His political beliefs were rabid. He felt like women were inferior creatures and should be controlled by a man. He certainly acted like he owned Mom and Cathy. The fact that he based this on the Bible rather than the.