"Please!" she pleaded with a c***dish frown. "I really need it! I've been watching Mom and Dad have sex for years and all I could do was masturbate. I...don't want to be a virgin anymore!"Vick brought her hand to his lips; each saliva-streaked finger gleamed from the lighting thrusting in through the peephole."I know, Sonia," he replied, holding her hand to his face as his tongue flicked her palm up and down. "But we can't. We're Indian; we can't have sex before marriage. More importantly, we're. My own orgasm was imminent, and we both came, shouting and moaning, at the same time.As we relaxed and came back to Earth, she confided to me that although she had been with a couple of guys at school, she always found herself imagining that it was me, and it never failed to bring her off. I didn't really know what to say. I was more sated than I had been in years, but I was still disturbed about having bedded my daughter.However, Karen soon laid my fears to rest, as she crawled over me to. Or if the bullying got worse. But if, say, a husband, or a wife, is having an affair ... well Damocles and all that. Better to have a sword and not need it. Or whatever the moral anecdote is.There was one affair, a sort of languid one. One Brookside mother had been boffing a downtown accountant off and on for four years. But better than that, Team Sullivan uncovered embezzlement. One of the fathers had sticky fingers -- small amounts under $100 usually. But steady corporate transfers into a. The sheath she pulled it out of was bordering on black cherry in color, with crimson visible only under light."What the hell? Where... where did you find that? Who have you been hanging out with, girl?" He looked shocked."I see you recognize it. Good. I would hate for you to not know how you died," she told him seriously. Robert looked at her and started to say something, but stopped when she looked at him."It won't work, Elizabeth. There is only one person that can wield that sword. We both.