Don was an only child and both of his parents were dead and Staci had never known hers. She had been left in a basket on the steps of a police station...with a note that simply said, "We can't care for her" and she had spent her life being shuttled from one foster home to the next. She was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of tea and feeling sorry for herself when there was a knock on the front door. She looked out the peephole and saw that her visitor was Jonas. Jonas was the resident. Theyre pretty little things, too. She sighed. John, his adrenaline rising, answered, Heh, yeah, they are. Janies a big girl now, though. His mind whirling, he began thinking about Janie. She was growing a fine body, too. And her friend Melanie … yeah, she was looking real good, too, damn good! Too bad Janie was his daughter and Melanie her best friend. If things were otherwise … Oh, it hurt him to even think about it. He struggled to put the thoughts out of his mind as he finished eating.. “For the past week and a half you girls have chosen who goes first. Well, now it is me who will choose from now on.” The girls exchanged glances and shifted their weight. “Every day I’ll pick the order and from first to third. It will be a gradation, the first one will be a quick fuck, the second more intimate and the third will be passionate love making.” Mary was about to say something but held back. “The components of each one will vary from day to day or not at all. Also the condition or. Afterwards I told her about the day before.'You mean it's over?' Her face was suddenly radiant and I felt myself smiling.'I've got to see Simon but that's all. Is it OK if I concentrate on you now?''If you don't there'll be trouble. What about Alberto?' She tugged gently at a hair on my chest.'Mercedes' problem. We're not going to be using the interview and I don't want to see him again. Simon'll be disappointed though.''He'll cope. You're pragmatic, you English.' Her phone rang and she dived.