’ ‘My mother did, yes. My father … well, I don’t have much use for him and a lot of his friends were the same. They didn’t think a woman cou...d do much of anything. I intend to prove them all wrong and make a success of myself. I’m going to get a job and work hard at it, then go to Night School, get my GED and maybe even work towards an MBA someday.’ ‘Goodness, what determination. Well, I might be able to help. If you’re not afraid of hard work, we could use some domestic help around here …. He'd told me I was beautiful and that if we weren't related he would fuck me to bits. This made me laugh. One night I was sitting in my room. It was 1:30 AM, and I couldn't sleep. I sat in bed reading a book when I started hearing something coming from Luke's room. It sounded like he was in pain. I slowly crept into our conjoined bathroom. The door to his room was open a crack. I peeked into his room to see what was going on. I was shocked when I saw that he was masturbating. The. Granted I had increased my share in the garage and business was good, but I was working 12 out of every 14 days, at least 14 hours a day. I worked, went home, showered, ate while working at my computer, and slept. Rinse and repeat.I couldn’t remember the last time I had done anything just for me.“Here is what we are going to do. 1, we are going to take on some help in the shop, an apprentice if we can get someone suitable or just a labourer if not. 2, You are going to have at least one day. 00 to spend on clothes. She already has more clothes than the rest of my previous girlfriends put together!I agreed but said if I win, she had to submit to an evening of whatever I wanted, no questions asked. She agreed saying that there was no way I could stay off the bike in the middle of the summer for one month.Needless to say I parked the bike and by the 3rd week she was starting to sweat the results. I just smiled and continued to plot my weekend with the soon to be slut.The month passed.