Besides, he was under no illusion that Katie hadn’t had alcohol before at her friends’ parties.He put Seven-up and ice in two glasses and added vo...ka, a little more for him, a little less for her, and stirred.“OK, here ya go, sweetheart.”“Thanks, daddy,” she cooed.They sipped their drinks in silence for awhile. She’s downing that drink pretty fast, Jim thought. She moved a little closer to him on the couch.“I know what you want, daddy.” She was obviously getting a little buzzed.“Oh,yeah? What. " (WHAT?) That means they already expected me to get this far! They knew already what I was going to decide! I looked at my mom and before I could say anything she spoke up, "Honey, we did not know what you would decide, we just decided to be ready just in case you did." I hate it when they read your mind! The 7 P's strike again!I took the bra from her and I looked at Harriet. She looked at me and reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She pulled it away from her and let her breasts fall. "I think so, yes." Insistently, she pressed her mouth to my ear through my long hair. "Is her cunt wet? Is yours?" This startled me and I almost recoiled. She continued, louder than I would have liked, "You will never be an artist, never a real artist, unless you admit to yourself the effect the subject has on you. Is your cunt wet?" I nodded."Say it: say, 'my cunt is wet.'" I couldn’t. Exasperated, Isobel lifted her head from my shoulder, her hand still on the other."If I’d asked you when you. Yosef was in charge of making sure the Sheiks billions were well invested and he was paid very good bonuses when those investments did well. But he’d begun to notice in the last couple of years that the Sheik had pulled out of a few investments and Yosef had no clue where those millions were going. That was something he was not privy to, but he did know that the Sheik was not making any large purchases. He already owned four homes, a half a dozen cars, a yacht and an airplane… what else could.