I shrugged, “Call him or her whatever you like, but the Bible says Lucifer is the prince of this world. Well, then I’m the leader of the rebellion...!”“The Archangel Michael?”I laughed, “Hardly. I rebel against what they both stand for, at least as that’s usually portrayed by Christians. I object to BOTH establishments. The Scriptures say no man can serve two masters. I agree, and take it one step further - I serve no master.”“Except a certain nearly eight-year-old daughter, as I hear it. And today there is nothing urgent that I have to attend to, so I am here.I am doing as I love to do, wandering and pulling books off of shelves until I have an armload full. I am balancing the stack in both arms, pausing to tuck them under my chin when I spy something new and interesting to add to the pile. My eyes scan high and low, taking in the names of authors, the titles, even the color and design of the spines. When I find a particularly interesting section I may pause and set the books. " She looked at Ebony."I'm sorry, Emma," she said, "I..." I know," Emma/Ebony said and smiled at me. "Your turn now." We'll return the favor," Ivory said and pushed me down on my back. "Just relax." Okay," I said and did as instructed.Emma started working on my jeans while Ivory got rid of my sweater and T-shirt. "You still have me boiling," she said, caressing her lips from my neck to my ear, leaving a cold, wet trace. "Why don't you feel it for yourself?"I reached down to her thigh just in. After following my request, he and Brittany retired to their room. "ok Ryan, I guess it's just me and you buddy. Have you taken a bath yet?" I could tell he was shy and it made my mouth water. "yes" he responded. "really? Are you telling the truth? Or am I going to have to ask your dad?" he looked scared at the thought of his dad knowing he had lied, so he quickly admitted his dishonesty. "ok" I said, "I guess I can't trust you to be honest with me, and since your dad is trusting me to watch.