Elena lay in her bed, covered in blankets, and one of her arms was covering her eyes. I kneeled on the floor, "Good morning, I was wondering if you we...e in the mood for breakfast." "Mm-hmm." Elena mumbled, still covering her eyes. Elena has never been much of a morning person. I smiled at seeing her like this, "What are you in the mood for?" I asked. "Chef's choice." She said, removing her arm and looking up at me. I was captivated by her amazing eyes. "Your wish is my. “What kind of question is THAT?” I hissed.“A perfectly valid one. You let Stephie walk away when the same thing happened with her.”“Red didn’t propose!” I protested.“Really? What did he do? Ask his one true love on a date to see if they might be compatible? Seriously? When he asked her out, he was being polite to you. What he was asking Stephie for was her hand in marriage!”“You’re right,” I sighed. “As usual.”“And you chose not to fight for her. Are you going to fight for Bethany or just let. 'You must know, Jane, that all the servants sleep in the servant wing, leaving me alone in the house. I have always been a loner. They cannot see the lights in my room and I usually read for hours or Watch TV in my room after I retire- I am alone in the house!' I added with a smile and she blushed and also smiled. 'By half-past Nine the house is quiet.'Ms. Jane said 'My idea is that instead of you visiting us in our rooms in turn and perhaps attracting attention by the lights, we all should. While Paul and the two girls looked at Mrs Terrence in silence she just looked back at them then she said in very precise and clipped tones, “And now I’m going back to the lounge room to fuck your father. I’m going to fuck his balls off on the floor right in front of the TV set. If anyone wants to watch they can.”Nobody said anything to this last statement of intent so Mrs Terrence just finished off with, “ ... and on Monday I am going down to register myself as a Certified Nudist too. Can’t.