She's a beautiful little girl." Myeyes widened as my heart started to pound in my chest like it was tryingto escape. It was Mr. Atwater. I jumped out ...f bed, still clad in mypyjamas and ran upstairs.Am?lie screamed, "Get the fuck out! You have no right to be in here.There see, I'm calling the police."Mr. Atwater said, "In fact I do, I have the legal right to see the childthat is in my custody." He saw me, and a wide smile crossed his face,"And there she is." I saw Am?lie put down her phone.. I put on a little makeup and, after carefullybrushing out my wig, I put it on also. Satisfied with the effect I setabout tidying up.A couple of hours later I had changed the bed and put the washing inthe machine. The vacuum had been run around and I had dustedeverything. I had even got rid of the off milk that was in the fridgeand the moldy bread from the bread bin. There were a few other thingsin the fridge that had to be got rid of as they were out of date. Butthat then left me with a tiny. But don’t worry. I don’t think they’re keen on moving us back to England anytime soon.”“Good.”“But if we’re not going back to England – if we really are staying here – then The Parents could get naturalized as Americans. Uncle Stan explained it to me. If they get naturized, or naturalized, or whatever it is, then we get it automatically. We can become proper Americans. Then we’d really belong. No nonsense about green cards and voting and stuff. The law says we’d have exactly the same rights as. Two, the thought our passion and my body just pushed him over the edge so quickly was deliciously satisfying. We laid naked in bed, forehead to forehead. He brushed my hair out of my face and kissed me. I felt the danger of the situation looming as my heart increasingly became his. The lust and passion, however, overcame my ability to understand consequences. After about thirty minutes of rest, I needed him inside me again. We made the sinful and risky decision to make love without a condom..