She got her hands down to pull it out and screamed even louder. 'What do you want? Stop it. Why are you doing this? What do you want?' I...t was time. It was time for her to know.Page 24. 'I want you to spread your legs again and keep them open wide no matter what.' Nothing more had to be said. She went into the mewling mode. 'You wouldn't. Oh God, no. Never. No, you wouldn't.' They were empty words and she knew better. 'I've got four-hundred. She led me to the living room where Margo sat on the couch with her feet up on the table. She wore a white t-shirt that was small and her belly round and full stuck out. Tights on her legs were blue with a red waist band.“hulllo Marg” I said timidly.“why are you here?” she spit “I invited him Ma”“after what he did to you, and me you want to see him?”“fuck yes. I want to have more time with him, and you together”‘the baby is mine is it not Marg?” I sat on the chair across form her ”right. They were somewhat confused by my becoming so friendly with everyone so quickly - including with Ava, who hugged me openly - but they had more important things to worry about than me. They'd privately asked Ava what the story was with me. She'd stuck to the Ron Fisher story, understanding that her parents would be very worried if they knew I was Mark. Andrew, Robert and Ava were still the only 'outsiders' (meaning people who didn't live in the mansion full time) who knew Ron was Mark.]Mom said,. But when mommy caught him doing the sinful deed she would take the leather strap to his back. Sometimes late at night I would hear daddy, his cries of pain echoing through the house as mommy would land blow after blow on his flesh. Making empty promises daddy would beg for her forgiveness. After awhile she would give into him and the cries of pain would be replaced with screams of tormented ecstasy. And with out fail the next evening mommy would have that women propped up at the dinner table,.