I straightened up and jotted Daddy a little note that told him I loved him, hoped he enjoyed lunch and Id see him at home tonight around 8. I sat the ...in down, when Jan rose from her chair she took my hand in hers and walked me over to a door in the office, she opened it, inside was supply room it was rather large. Jan what are we doing, I asked inquisitively. She didnt answer me she took me into the room and shut the door and flipped the lock on the inside of the door. She moved to the back of. Innocent. I could do that! I made about a million mental notes and closed the program before he came out and saw what I was up to. I felt guilty invading his privacy like that, but I was absolutely desperate and did not know how else to do it.I know what a lot of you are thinking. Perhaps some therapy to get over this obsession?? I know that women don't sleep with their family members a lot in this society. I know that it is about as taboo as you can get. But I never felt that it was abnormal. Rocking our infant daughter so gently till she was in the arms of Morpheus: fully embraced and silent. You leaped to your feet. Kicking off your clothing in a mad rush you whispered to me, ‘Take me, I need you inside me. Just don’t wake the baby.’ Your cries of completion, normally quite loud and impassioned, that Valentine’s, were but tiny squeaks lost in my neck, your teeth nipping at my skin to keep from shouting to the ceiling your love of my firmness held so tightly within the damp folds. Marian was like a sister and Victor a slightly insane brother so the two, together, just didn’t compute in Donovan’s mind. When Donovan and Victor took up permanent residence in Marian’s beloved Georgia town, Victor wasted no time. Marian turned from a tough as nails, focused and driven business woman, to a . . . girl. The computer in Donovan’s brain crashed. Victor and Marian? Marian and Victor? Hell, he was still trying to figure out himself and Laci. Actually, he was also still trying to.