"I was getting mad now as I looked into my daughter's defiant, freckled face. "Amy, let's not have this 'What Valerie gets to do' conversation again. ...I'm not Valerie's dad, I'm yours. And I don't know why he lets her have her way so much... " Mr. McCreedy is cool! He's not full of old fashioned ideas... " Forget it Amy!" I got up from the table. "Get your dishes done. I don't want to talk about crazy ideas like expense accounts for teenagers!" But Dad," her soft voice called from behind me as I. It was an order, an instruction."What? Why?" I said, surprised and confused.I felt strangely excited but I had no idea why. Ken hadn't even mentioned sex once, he hadn't made any improper moves and hadn't shown any kind of sexual interest in me. He still hadn't. All he had done was told me to stand in front of him.I had absolutely no idea what was going on. I put my drink down and went and stood where he had indicated. I was standing about three paces away from him on the hardwood floor while. (A sari is kind of like an Indian version of the wrapped-around skirt and Roman Toga.)"I know in 20 year's time Diana would be as beautiful and as sexually matured as you and Fiona are now. But I can't wait that long, Sophia." She looked down, bit her lower lip and clutched her sari tightly. Upon seeing this, I was sure Sophia was feeling some kind of heat down there, maybe getting moist just a little. I leant forward, held her face in my hands and kissed her hard. She just shut her eyes and. Then there's the little matter of something to wear so she's presentable for her photo set. Sharon's on the job, earning her commission. Security likes a few perks on the side, and Maria plays for time. Can she escape her fate?A Maiden Gamble Part TwoBy Sydney MichelleChapter Four "What can you do with her, Mistress Sylvia? I want her hair as long as possible in three, four months. But I need some nice photos today."Sylvia turned Maria's head with the thumb and forefinger. "Nice bones. Face.