"What's her name?" he croaked."Amelia. Amy," Katie answered curtly."Wha ... Where is she now?" My father picked her up." I remember her crying. Should...n't you be with her?"With a smirk, she lifted her left hand. It was cuffed to the armrest."I have to wait for the arraignment tomorrow before my father can post bail."Luke shook his head angrily. "That's bullshit! They can't hold you unless I press charges which I won't."A snort was all the answer he got."Look, if I refuse to press charges, can. ...his mouth ran dry at the sight of them, knee high and laced tightly around her wide legs...She noticed his obvious discomfort and barely concealed arousal, 'Come here, sit with me...'She whispered softly, standing and taking his hand to guide him to the Sofa, she pushed him back on it;He landed and dropped the bottle of wine to the floor softly as she placed a long booted leg next to him and guided his face towards it, Caught off guard he hesitated, then began to kiss and lick the shiny. Zyphyr was my father. He got eaten by a Greenwoods Troll, but that's neither here nor there."Actually, my father is still alive and well and living with his fourth wife down in Confederate Florida in some dodgy trailer park, fishing all day and running around all night with a vaguely criminal crowd performing minor feats of magic for highly illegal or immoral purposes. A loveable sort of rogue; we talk on the phone occasionally, but I won't pretend that we're close.I like starting off cold. The original story ended with:She finally leaned over and kissed the tip of my cock, then looked up into my face and said “I understand that some men have more than one woman to take care of. Perhaps that’s not such a bad idea, if all of the parties agree. What do you think, my love?” and she had a huge smile on her face.I lay there stunned at my wife’s comment. How had she found out? Why wasn’t she angry, upset, mortified; what should I say? What should I do? The expression on my face must.