They went to live with my dad’s friend, Ken Dugan, who had a small ranch in the Malibu hills.”“Can you even imagine what that would be worth tod...y?”“Probably about as much as the five acres on Long Island my dad’s parents owned, but sold right before the Great Depression.”“So much for the family fortune, eh?”“I really can’t complain. You?”“I’m comfortable, but California is so damned expensive. I’m making WAY more than I did as a prosecutor, but my standard of living has only gone up a bit. “Mick? How much longer are you going to walk?”“Huh?”“We are almost to the end of the river walk.”I looked around and saw that I was a long way from home. That was when I realized that my feet and knees hurt. I looked at Kendi and saw the concern on her face.“Sorry. Are you OK?”“Yes, but you’re limping.”“I am?”“Yeah. You don’t normally walk for an hour and a half.”“Has it been that long?”“Uh-huh.”“Sorry. I guess I was deep in thought.”“I’m sorry Mick. I never thought that this would hurt you. After dinner, she returned to her room and he went into the living room.Katie came downstairs a couple hours later to watch TV.“It’s really coming down out there,” Jim said as he looked out the front window. It had been snowing harder for the last couple hours and showed no signs of letting up.“Yay, no school tomorrow!” shouted Katie as she jumped up to peer out the window.Jim looked at his daughter. She was wearing her usual sleep attire, an oversized white T-shirt that came down just below. 'Your first blow-job', I asked him, and he sheepishly smiled, 'Well there's more where that came from, plus more than that, if you keep your fucking mouth shut', I continued, and his face became serious, as the proposition sank in.'Here', I said advancing on him, opening my housecoat and exposing my breasts, 'Feel them', and he reached up and fondled my tits, my hand guiding him over the flesh, showing him how to pluck and twist the nipples.'Does that feel good?' He did not reply as he was.