I guess now would be the time to introduce us. I'm Mike Covington, my wife Lily Covington, nee Martin and I have been married for the past six years. ...She's thirty-one, and I'm thirty-three.Lily is a doll: Five eight, one-twenty, flowing tawny locks, 34Bs, and legs that seem meant for the Rockettes. Oh, and she's quite evidently a whore and an arrogant one.Me, to carry out the thought: five-nine, one-forty, still have eighty percent of my black hair, and a pretty good build except for a slight. .. you know it was sorta funny, and then I thought we really didn't need two rooms for just two people, I mean we'd save money this way and..." "And why would they think we were on our honeymoon Stephanie?" "Well that's sorta complicated Daddy," I mumbled. "This is just a problem with our hotel in Paris, right Stephanie?" Daddy asked, a touch of both anger and amusement in his voice. "Well not exactly Daddy." Seeing a scowl spreading across his face, I sped on, "It just seemed like a. She inquired whether life in City was better and would it provide well paid jobs for her husband and family. Could she find some jobs in city. She slowly started with her life, her marriage and her life. She liked me because, I was not snobbish and had treated the whole house as my own. The way I played with her kids and the time I put more food for the kids made her like me. She said, after a long time they were eating three times a day and enjoying life for the past three days.She enquired. “It embarrassed you?” Lilly asked sitting up and throwing her leg over Kelly’s so that she was straddling her. “That woman used to baby sit me when I was little.” Kelly put her arms behind her head as if she was relaxing. Lilly had her hands resting on Kelly’s stomach but seeing the look on Kelly’s face she sat back and giggled. “See something you like?” She asked.“As a point of fact I do.” “Want to do something about it?” “I cant.” “Because. Right?”Lilly folded her arms over her chest and got.