...I'm almost done thank God. The last sink full of shit is in the power sink doing its thing. Now comes the worst part, consisting of waiting until t...ey get clean. Technically I could clean them as they rotate in the sink, but I'm getting paid every minute im here and i need that money. New cars don't pay for themselves.So, while I'm doing dishes and shit, Jess is busy doing her shit. Stocking everything. Cleaning EVERYTHING. I swear to God, she's OCD. Oh well, she has to bend down alot. Gives. If they want to know about us, why don’t they ask us? We don’t hide much, just the telempathy thing. Are they looking for an ally or are they thinking we are the enemy? Get close to this kid, close enough to figure out when he speaks the truth.”Emma looked as serious as she ever did. “Daddy, there’s something else we have to talk about. I know this makes you uncomfortable, but let’s be frank. I’m not getting any younger, you know. I’m an adult. Even you have to agree with that! I have. IIThis is really all her doing!Morning came and my wife was cooking us breakfast. She called up to the girls to come down for breakfast.The girls came down the stairs wearing just a sleep shirt.I could tell Helen wasn't wearing a bra. Did she always dress like this? Is this the first time I noticed? Then I noticed Debbie wasn't wearing a bra either. Hmm, well they did just get out of bed I told myself.Although my wife is a very attractive lady I don't know if I even looked at her. What's the. The grandparents of the twins were drunkards, just like their daughter they were only bothered about their own enjoyment, their own pleasure and didn't give a shit for anyone else!The girls had been given up for adoption at just two days of age and because there were two of them in a time when the well heeled prospective parents were planning on adopting a single child, they were shuffled sideways into a children's home.Before we sat down and talked it out, I'd traced the number through British.