“Don’t be upset, Danny,” Mrs. Randall said in a patient tone. She tapped Mom lightly on the head with the newspaper. “I would never hurt my pe.... And she knows it. You see, Danny, there’s a special bond of trust between a dog and its master.” She nudged the tip of her boot against my mother’s naked thigh. “Isn’t that right.”A long moment passed before my mother nodded silently.Somewhere inside me was a confused fury. I was mad that my mother allowed Mrs. Randall to treat her like this. I was. Frankenstein’s Transylvanian castle instead of into this Pennsylvania farmhouse. The only thing missing from his diabolic plan to have his wicked, sexual way with Kathy as he planned to do with Donna, was him laughing evilly and hysterically in the background. Trapped in his hypnotic trance of a web, he stared at her as if she was the dumb fly and he was the killer spider. A younger version and a newer model, thirty-eight-year-old Kathy was just as beautiful as her older sister, Donna, and. As everybody in both families had come to expect, they married, and it was considered a stylish wedding by the standards of the area, in that Gwennie was not pregnant on her wedding day. A seven day long orgy of sex and alcohol on their honeymoon in Porthcawl, some thirty-five miles away from their homes, soon changed that and Gwennie had little Nicola a few days before her nineteenth birthday.The realities of life intervened then and Gwennie’s existence was one long round of washing, cleaning. .Uhhhhh..." I stammered, removing my hands from my pants and starting to get up. he reached down and picked up his pants."were you...well, I mean..." He gestured to my situation "Did you hear all of that?"I nodded my head and bit my bottom lip. "I see...well..." He cleared his throat and sat down in his chair. "I..i'm a grown man and well, I can enjoy myself..."I was a little afraid he was going to give me a birds and bees lecture so I made quickly for the door. "Yeah...yeah, Dad. I know. and.