ABOUT 8 MONTHS AGO?.She had just lost her husband; she was lost in her own world. They had the funeral, all friends and family, kinky or otherwise off...red help and trying to be the strong girl she was, she turned them all down trying to be strong, but she knew she wasn’t. Abby cried herself to sleep each night on their bed.She would be wearing her slave collar and cuffs, hoping for some semblance of peace or feeling of content, but it never came. She had no one to tell her what to do. A couple. ’ ‘Dad, please don’t get in trouble.’ ‘Don’t worry about it, everything will be fine. Give my condolences to Stephano and Victoria when you see her.’ ‘I will dad.’ She hated when he said ‘everything was going to be fine’, but there was nothing she could do to control his temper. ****** Her final call was to Celeste, and if she thought her father’s reaction was to go ballistic, she believed Celeste would have the baby on the aircraft, over the Atlantic. ‘Why didn’t you call me first? My people. His text tone made me jump:*Him: If you’re busy, I can wait.Me: Just finishing.Him: KayWhen I stood I watched him lift a pair of binoculars, he later told me he’d borrowed from a friend. Another text:Him: Very nice closer-up, you are. Can you be naked there?Me: Not here.(A very long pause. My mind was going somewhere I wasn’t sure I was ready for, and yet it would not stop spinning that way. I think he knew.)Finally…Me: Only where you are.(a pause)Him: When?Me: Now.Something in me took over in. She had a small, pert nose that was rounded cutely at the end, and full lips. My girl was pleasingly, sexily plump. Like most women, she was subconscious about her figure and weight, but I had always thought her beautiful and sexy, womanly and soft with ample, generous curves in all the right places. Her breasts were large and heavy, full, with thick, pierced cherry red nipples and dusky areolas that crinkled when she was excited. Her belly was soft, and had been slowly but steadily shrinking.