I switched to Martha's room. She wasn't there but she was in the bathroom. She was just wrapping up a tampon to throw it away. She didn't put in anoth...r one so her period must be over. Now maybe she would be a little more sexual for me.It wouldn't be tonight though. All Martha did was wash her crotch with a wet washcloth and hang it on the hamper. She put on her robe, went to her room, hung up her robe, then went to bed. End of the Martha show.The Mom show was even less exciting. Mom didn't. It’s nice to know that famous people are just plain folks too.”“You say the nicest things!” said Misty.A plate of ham and potatoes appeared in front of her, with two eggs, over easy on one side of the plate. She dug into it with gusto.“Where to next?” asked Mirriam, sitting down with a cup of coffee.“Well, depending on how the crew is doing, we have another concert in Texas in four days. I need to get in touch with them and see if they’ve recovered yet. They were awful sick when I left.”“You. Allison didn't say anything, just hugged me. Her cheeks were wet when she pulled back. She wiped her eyes and then turned and hugged Jamie."Thank you," she whispered, kissing Jamie's cheek. "Thank you for being there to help him." You don't need to thank me, Allison; I didn't do it for him. I did it for the same reason he did, because it had to be done and no one else would do it. The only difference is that I enjoyed doing it. I just wish I could have figured out a way to make them suffer more. .. she was his daughter! How could he betray her? How could he think of her sexually? Could he truly sit here and watch, enjoying the sight like she was a cheap whore?No- he would not enjoy it like she was a whore. He would enjoy it for the pure angel she was, the eighteen-year-old beauty laying on his bed, the sexual girl he had created out of his own flesh and blood. Lucy unbuttoned the rest of her nightgown, and he could no longer fight his impulses- he had to watch. He had no choice. Her.