Let me tell you some things, no one in this house thinks of you as a whore, not dad and sure as hell, not me! You don't want me in your bed, say so, I...'m your son, I'll still love you. It doesn't matter if we have sex or not." Yes I said that, even though all I had been thinking about was fucking my own mother. Believe me, I was well past the "making love" stage, I was in full rut! And now this!!"I don't know what's going on here. All I do know is that yesterday you said yes, today you say no.. Phelps, please correct me if I’m wrong, but since I have no income and no assets except my house and car, there isn’t much that needs protecting. Any income I earn would most likely come after we are married.”“Clarice, dear, there is a possibility you might recover some of the money. It was actually earned before we met. It should be protected too, so you have secure assets of your own to rely on in case we run into a marital problem we can’t solve.”“OK Paul. I can see that you are rational. I. "It is very unlikely that the Emir, may he live for ever, will allow that," replied the Princess, "because it would look bad for the country and for his grandfather. If you got back to America you could easily prove tests exactly who you are by DNA, even if the authorities would not believe your family. Then somebody would start asking how the US Consul in Tunis came to allow your death to be faked and could send ashes that were not yours to the USA, and then there would be an international. ”My eyebrows raced up my forehead. In all that’s happened in the past few days, I completely forgot that yesterday was supposed to be our first day to use the hot tub. I almost said something but managed to keep that behind my teeth. Sandy entered the kitchen at that moment carrying one of Dad’s terrycloth robes and a large towel. Meka stood and accepted them.“Thanks, Sandy. I’ll probably be out for a while. I need to clear my mind.”“Take as long as you need, Dear. Feel free to wear the robe to.