See, I got your number.’ ‘And what else?’ ‘Um, your mother was dairy queen, being Wisconsin, your father is a farmer and you in pigtails and t...ose cute overalls.’ ‘While that sounds so gag-me-with-a-spoon disgusting, it is so far from the truth.’ ‘Really? Well, please enlighten me with your life story.’ Dylan leaned in. ‘Well, you got the farmer part right, but not the type you are thinking, like with John Deere tractors and all that. My Biological father -‘ ‘Biological?’ ‘Wait, I’m getting. I uh ... there was a little problem ... I guess.” I managed. I must have been pale and he raised an eyebrow.“So, they’re not having a bite,” he said.“Not even close,” I sort of moaned. In my head all I could see was that thick column of Mark’s penis sliding in ... and out ... and in... “He’s not forcing her ... is he?” There was steel in his question.“Oh no,” I assured him. “No, there was no forcing going on down there. None at all.”He laughed. “Did it look like fun?”Now you have to understand. It was Marvin. She tried to hide her face. “Perhaps he will not recognise me” she thought “it was dark in that room”. She looked up and he was standing right in front of her. “Hello Madam” he said “if you like I could bring your coffee up to your room”. The inference was plain. “That would be lovely” she said without hesitating “room 254”. He smiled and her pussy twitched.She left the breakfast area and rushed back to her room. A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door. “Come in. They would all love to have their time with you. You do not let just every man be with you.” “Well, daughter I cannot see why you should not be a little friendlier with the men like your mother. After all, your father is away so often and you accept my bringing home men. We know you are not always asleep when we share the tick.” [The tick is like a large mattress-like object stuffed with straw. Here it is called a palliasse or pallet after the French word for straw, paille. The peasant family.