" "Oh?" She said, one eyebrow rising in inquiry as a small smirk appearedon her face. She panted her free hand on her hip and continued. "If youdon't ...mind to terribly much, please tell me how you arrived at such acertain declaration of this little dance's outcome."I scrambled inside, attempting to recall anything and everything I'dever read, seen, or heard about identity theft. A few of my mother'sdaytime dramas, ones she'd forced me to watch with her during my more-formative years, surged to. Urgently, thefamily man used the keys to unlock the solid wooden door. He fumbled abit but still managed to swing the door open.The father and son were dumbfounded by what was transpiring before them.Shocking was an understatement as they witnessed some sort of an orgygoing on in the middle of the vast living area. Various articles ofclothing, bras and panties were scattered all over the place. Katherine,the well-preserved and health conscious mother, was totally naked andcovered in sweat. She. "I thought you'd never ask. How about a daisy chain?" A daisy chain?" What's that?" Yeh, I've never heard of that." All of us can do it together at the same time?" It sounds neat. How do we do it?" Well, a daisy chain is something like a sixty nine except that everyone gets into a big circle on the floor and everybody laps or sucks somebody else. That way every one is in on the act and we can pass the good feelings all around the circle till it gets back where it started from."No more. I thought about the house's history. It had been a brothel, a place of debauchery, a place many people would frown upon today. That would be my background, a brothel.I needed it to focus around the real story of the house, but I needed to make it better. I had always concerned myself with what was going to happen next; as I wrote, I would always think about what would happen next, and try to keep my readers guessing. This time, it would be different. I would not focus on what will happen, but.