Marge must have decided to come home for lunch. I was half way up the stairs when I heard her giggle and say, "Keep your hands to yourself Mike. You a...re just here to see if you can fix my computer problem." Bullshit Marge. If that were all I'm supposed to be here for you would have come to work today in your usual slacks and blouse. You didn't wear that low cut top, short skirt and "Fuck me" heels for any other reason than to turn me on and the only reason for turning me on is so that I can get. "Well, you can't kill them all, though I'm sure most of them deserve it. We'll have to try keeping some. Maybe they'll do better if they know someone is watching over them," Jane said."I'm pretty sure we can do even better than that. Charlie has already shown me that he can make them all obey with some type of implanted compulsion. That isn't the whole thing though. I'll start with that but I intend to get rid of all those that are just too mean and worthless to be allowed to live," I. Then came the defining moment. Anne's hand strayed onto Vanessa's thigh and my wife did nothing to remove it! Staring at her I could see her eyes were open wider than normal and her breathing was decidedly faster than usual. She seemed to be staring into space but at the same time managing to carry on with the conversation. As Anne's hand gently moved up and down on her thigh, I was aware that Tom was also staring at what was going on. From his expression he obviously knew what his wife was. Give it all that youthful enthusiasm can give. I have a feeling it's going to be a good investment." Dad stood, using my head as he would a walking stick, then tousled my hair. "I have to admit it is going to take me some time to get my head around who Greg is, and why."We walked back, at peace with the world. The thing I had been dreading for days, had gone off smoothly. Now all who mattered were on side. The thing was how to broach the subject of money with Greg and Sophie.Dad and I tried to.