”“Just like any teen girl, she wants to grow up and be an adult so fast,” he joked.“Welcome to the Hen House Abby, and enjoy your time with yo...ur Dad,” Heather smiled, offering her hand.“I certainly will!” She replied, taking her hand and accented it with a kiss on her cheek.“Would it be possible for me to visit with you later?” Heather yearned for Dan’s affection.“Heather, has my Daddy fucked you before?”“Yes, every time I’m working and he visits here.”“Then he should fuck you again tonight,”. " But, but.." Abby stammered, "but I've never, never EVER done anything like that before." "What, kissed a guy you barely know, or kissed a black man?"And before she could stop herself, she started to echo her ex husband, "Kissed a ni... a black man." She blushed at what she'd almost said, looked up, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I don't use that word, really. I don't know where that came from."Jake nodded knowingly. "Oh, I do, and don't be too worried about it. You probably grew up. He was initially put off by the fact that she liked the servants to watch her anal antics and the giggling maids and the nasty mouthed doormen sometimes seemed less than respectful when she issued an order for prompt execution. Sam finally realized it was all a show for his benefit and she was exceedingly firm with all the servants to the degree of dishing out all the corporal punishment with her own hand. They were all willing to let their rumps get reddened up by her corrections because she. Nobody fought us for the territory, because nobody wanted it. There was no movement of people between our territory and others.”It must have been a long time then, thousands of years at least, perhaps tens of thousands. Having no common point of reference, he wouldn’t understand an answer that she gave on specific dates or timescales. Maybe he would ask Xhe when he got back to the embassy, she might know.They arrived at the ivory spire, the great edifice jutting into the sky, its usually white.