"Why, nothing", he said. "I'd just drink it away as I've done with everything else worthwhile I've ever had. I'm just glad your little girl is all rig...ht."Well, the father wouldn't accept that so in the end, just to shut him up, the tramp agreed to take 200 quid and a lift to Dartmouth. So, he was chauffeured there & duly deposited outside a waterfront pub with 10 twenty quid notes in his pocket.Well, the tramp was now in an unusual situation for him. He didn't need to walk any further, he had. Sam was waiting at the elevator door.“Ah, Evelyn, right on time,” he said as he punched the up button. The elevator doors opened almost immediately and Evelyn began to step into the car. “Not yet, my dear,” said Sam as he held her back from entering the car. “This elevator is for a rather exclusive private restaurant located on the top floor. I own that also, but that is not where we are heading tonight.”Then holding the door open with one hand, Sam stepped slightly into the car and swiped. As much as I didn't want to, I watched him spurt out several streams of his seed on her knockers. I loved seeing it, but just not the target though. My heart seemed to love and hate it, and I couldn't understand why."I have to stop watching now," I groaned, closing the door.I went right to my room, closed the door and covered my face with both hands. 'Son of a bitch, I want to have sex with, Gabe. I saw Gillian sucking his dick and him drenching her tits. Shit, he is my step son, and I want. He lifted the can, examining it under the dim lights. Kidney beans, perfect. He couldn’t make out an expiration date, but he had no choice. He set the can to one side and walked over to the kitchen drawers, pulling them out and searching for cutlery or a can opener. Most of what was there was rusted beyond use, the blades of the knives and the prongs of the forks decaying into orange dust because of the pervasive damp. Eventually, he found a manual can opener that looked intact enough to use.