" Ron says as he closes the door.Ron and Mike get in, and we begin the drive back to our house. Mike told me last week that his dad Ron would be stayi...ng with us while he was in town. I guess Ron has a few meetings this upcoming week at his company headquarters, which is less than ten miles from our house.Mike and Ron were so close, until Ron took this new position in Atalanta about two years ago. Ron claims it was a position he "couldn't pass up", but we think it was to get away from his ex. He was going to repair them and sell them, he said. He did manage to get one of them running, but only after he cannibalized a lot of relays from the other machine. I got to where I could win free games on it fairly easily, usually without putting the front legs up on my toes, and cheating by slowing down the progress of the balls in that way.My father started treating me better, too. I don't know if it was because of the talk I had with him in the basement, or not, but he started talking to me. "But, you can't do that. She will wake up and scream bloody murder." I sputtered."Oh no, she won't." That punch is spiked and she drank enough to keep her sound asleep while I give her a big kiss right between her legs." He laughed.When we entered the bedroom, she was sprawled across the bed. He went right to her shorts and began pulling them down. "Take off her blouse, so I can see and suck those tits." He demanded.I didn't know what else to do, so did as he asked. In a few moments, she was. Few are so lucky."Then his expressive face shut down and we could tell it was an effort for him to hold his emotions in without any of them making it to his face. His eyes, however, gave him away. He was afraid of something more."Um," he mumbled reluctantly, fearful eyes beginning to flit around the office as if looking for an exit other than the lone door next to which Ambrose was stationed in all his badass glory, the fact that he did not like Daffyd Llewellyn plain on his forbidding face..