After John finally came, he lay there for another minute. Once he sat up and noticed his sister watching him, it was too late. Pure terror ran through...John as he realized she saw everything. "Uhh... Uh... I can explain!" John exclaimed. "There is no need to explain, John. I saw everything... As a matter of fact, I think I like what I see." As John sat there, processing what she meant by this, Ashley was already walking slowly towards him. "Sis, what are you doing..." "Don't worry about it,. ‘Sergeant Strong here.’ Tom listened intently to the speaker. It was his lieutenant. ‘Yes sir. . . . . . I understand. . .. . . . I’m leaving now.’ ‘Dad, Connie I’m sorry, but something big has come up. I need to return to the city.’ ‘I understand,’ Frank said. Connie nodded. Ten years as a police officer’s wife had taught her that when duty called, Tom would answer. ‘I’ll get back as soon as I can. This may take a couple of days.’ Tom didn’t have to pack. He just grabbed the bag he had carried. "Then you get older, and you're not just another girl. It's like having Kate Upton living in my house, teasing me, every day. Walking around in a towel, sitting outside with a bikini, looking nothing like the k** I worked my ass off to raise. Then comes your bratty shit, your self absorbed bratty shit, that drained any love I had left for you. Parent's aren't supposed to say that sort of thing, but then again sisters aren't supposed to fuck their brothers. And daddies....aren't supposed to. There wasn’t a tabloid editor on Fleet Street that hadn’t paid out hard cash for sex tapes containing her or her family. They were notorious; famous almost. Salacious details of the exploits became Internet folklore, the stuff of legend.Everyone knew of the McAllister family. The father, Clifford, had “betrayed” his expensive education and status. He was, technically, the 2nd Viscount of Greysford but he was no “toff.” The billionaire had added to his vast inherited fortune with a suite of.