Adam and Cynthia were having breakfast in the kitchen."Am I intruding?" I asked cautiously."No dear, not at all. Good morning," Cynthia greeted me war...ly. "Come have a seat. Can I get you anything? Adam is having a ham and Swiss omelet." That sounds good, if it's not too much trouble," I replied."It's no trouble at all. The frying pan is still warm," Cynthia answered, rising from her seat. Absentmindedly I watched her take the eggs, ham, and cheese from the refrigerator, then crack and mix the. Though I didn't really want Becca, I had to admit to myself, she had a dark, sweet-sour taste that I really enjoyed.Becca's hands unbuckled my belt and fumbled at my fly. I caught her wrists in my hands. "Too quick?" she asked softly."Ssh." I'll go slower."She reached around and slipped her hands into my back pockets. Her short warm fingers arched around the contours of my ass. Her thumbs made circles over my jeans. It felt good, and I almost forgot who this performance was for.My crotch. Her height and those blue eyes come from Dad. Peter Svensen. Big blond guy, starting tackle all through school. We called him Thor. He died in a car accident, going for milk for the girls. Loni was three.’ He pulled out another picture. ‘Camilla has a full-time job, and works Fridays and Saturdays overnight someplace else. My wife and I are friends with her from school. We used to babysit her girls. Camilla and the kids love the pool. They’re at our place most Sunday afternoons.’ This snapshot. He had grown thin and pale. He lay in bed supinely like a living corpse, hands to his sides.“I might ask the same of you,” he said weakly. “I got your message the last time, and I guess that wasn’t enough. I do admire your tenacity.”“I have to be. I have been treated so rudely by your servant. They think I’m invisible, when I’m carrying your child.”“How do you know it’s my child?” he asked.“You are the first person I’ve ever been with. The only person.”“Come closer to me.”She noticed the.