"Bradley, time to rise and shine for school," his mom said softly, padding into the room and pulling open the blinds, letting the early-morning sun st...ream in. "I see you're already rising."Brad couldn't fake it now, even as he rolled over and tried to hide his throbbing prick under the sheets. His mom laughed to herself, then got stern"Bradley, time to clean mommy," she cooed. "Get over here and do your job, you don't want to be late for school. You know you have chores to do."'Chores' to. And, in the same odd quirk that seemed to affect all the Winkle women, she didn't have much interest in men her own age.So, at this point in time, when Becca was trying to enlist her to help get her mother to go on a date, Fran was a very frustrated young woman."What's wrong?" asked Becca. She knew her cousin intimately, and saw the consternation on Fran's face."I'll tell you what's wrong," said Fran heavily. "Everybody else gets to do fun things with men except me." But you're just..."Fran cut. God his body looked delectable in nothing but jeans. “What?” he asked as I gave him puppy dog eyes. “You know,” I replied. I felt a little irritated at how he always made me ask. “Tell me what you want little witch,” he said huskily, bending down. I was yanked to my full kneeling height and he bit my neck hard. I cried out, the pain releasing pleasure, which began coursing throughout my body. “Oh god David,” I moaned. He held me close and started biting up my neck. My body wracked with shivers. .. but after arriving that morning, it had taken her twenty minutes before she even felt able to turn on her computer.“Thanks,” she said, and Annette laughed.“Don’t mention it. I’m not a slave-driver. Not yet, anyway.”Annette winked, and while Sonja would have loved to have laughed at her boss’s weird joke, she only managed to smile in response.Ten minutes later, they were seated next to each other in the car, Annette talking at a million miles a minute.Sonja glanced enviously at her boss’s.