Cindy handled the boxed instrument with a reverence deserving of an ancient religious artifact. ‘If I ever decide to get out of the gold-digging bus...ness, I might take up photography,’ Stepmother said, smiling. ‘What do you think, Cindy?’ She revolved the flat monitor of her computer to face the girl, who gasped loudly and almost dropped the metronome. ‘OH MY!’ she squeaked, staring. The photo WAS perfectly framed, she had to admit. Daddy was upright on his knees at one side of the picture,. ‘It’s hard for me to, lass. But your mother would never allow us to be together. Queen Mary has her eye on the French Princling, to by your husband. You know this my heart.’ He sounded a bit bitter, but he also spoke with straight forward acceptance. His hand slid from her cheek down across the smooth skin of her shoulder, drawing down the sleeves of her nightdress. ‘I won’t marry him.’ She muttered breathlessly, her eyes welling with tears even as she lusted for his every touch. ‘I hate him.. .." Please Lamar, I gave you and your friends what you wanted." Bitch, you ain't even begun to give me what I want. Now next time I don't want to have to remind you like I did tonight, cause if I do, you ain't gonna like it," he said, clenching his fist in her face. "Next time it gotta be better than it was tonight, understand?"When she didn't respond immediately, he slapped her across the face, bringing a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. "... Yes... better..." she moaned as he. I could feel the heat between us, as his hips moved up and down on top of me, mine doing the same to him. "Luke!" Jake shouted, slightly drunk, and staggering over to us, "there is something you should know, Soph and I slept together." Luke stopped kissing me, and pushed himself up onto his elbows. "Soph, is this true?" He looked hurt, his eyes looking directly at me. "Er, maybe," I mumbled, turning my gaze to Jake, and glaring at him. Luke stood up, accepting the fact we slept together, and.