They were much alike to their father, having his same stocky build, dark hair and countenance, and innate cruelty. Kent was, of course, the heir to th...e Dunrossiter estates and fortune, and Rob’s father was expected to buy his middle son a lieutenancy in the Army a few months hence. Both youths delighted in tormenting the servant girls, and if the whispered rumors were only half true, the degradations they visited upon the wretches were scarce to be believed.Not that all the Dunrossiter men were. . Kim Copeland had been phoned that morning; Zeigler had just hung up the phone from talking to her. She had been enthusiastic about the assignment, and knew just the partner to get for the taking of the pictures while she and Carmel were in her home, fucking like hell on her bed. She'd used the man many times before when she was running a blackmail racket, and since the squeeze on Carmel was different only because there was going to be information handed over instead of money, she was on. Call me.’ He handed Marge a card. She bowed and she and Janice left. A minute passed in silence before Ann’s car arrived. She was ten minutes late. ‘Come sit with us Ann,’ He father said. She sat in the chair Marge had been sitting in. ‘Ann, tell me the story about your meeting this morning with Matt and Beth.’ ‘Haven’t they told you?’ ‘Matt hasn’t said ten words since they arrived. We want to let you speak.’ Ann told her story. She made it sound like she and Matt were serious lovers, like they. "Dream girl or not, there is nothing that kills a hard on quicker than mom intervention. Sure I had planned to have her intervene, but damn it, she didn't have to make it all her doing. I was about to protest when she thrust a sticky note into my hand."That's Stacey's phone number. She'll be expecting your call."I knew the subject was closed for debate, so I just pocketed the number and dug into my plate of roast beef and cabbage. My dad just sat stoically at the end of the table poring through.