My father was a stubborn ass.Aunt Karen reached for the wine bottle again but I put a hand on her shoulder. I intended to stop her from refilling her ...lass, but something crossed between us when our eyes met. It may have been the alcohol, but she looked more like Rayya than ever, and I wondered if she saw my father when she looked into my eyes.I kissed her.When she pulled away, she was laughing weakly, as if something funny had transpired. I leaned in to kiss her again, but she rested a hand on. Connie sucked me clean and gave me a passionate kiss. “Thanks for taking care of me George. When we met, I thought I’d have to mother you a lot, but it turns out I picked the guy who is tough enough and has the integrity to take care of me and never take advantage,” She said.“It’s my pleasure, sweetie. I get as much out of our deal as you do, and you put up with my thinking I’m smart. Plus, I never thought I’d have a sexy, beautiful girl like me enough to go to bed with me once, let alone. Suzi, however, refused her 'seat'. And she didn't have someone to lay in between her legs. "Sandra? Do you know if there are any males who like to feel heartbeats against their chests?" "Yes Master. My husband also loves for people to lay against his chest. He doesn't get to very often. He gets so sad sometimes.." I picked his name out of her head, then sent the instructions out. In less than a minute, a smooth chested man walked in. "Master, you sent for me?" he said kneeling. "Suzi, this guy. T.L. in Milwaukee Wisconsin. Too bad,being the Cheesehead that you are, you will never meet him. We are happytogether, and he is the father of our son. We have named him after youbecause for all of my anger and hatred, I find that I can now forgiveyou. I have found Salvation in God, I hope that you do, too.[-][+][-]In this letter, I have settled a debt to myself to myself to burn thefinal bridge to my past. Now, that has been done, I want to be able tocall you Father and be your Princess.Your.