Girl: Was there something that you wanted to ask me? Middle aged man blushing: Yeah. I was wondering if you could possibly call me….. Daddy! Or just...dad. Girl: !?!? Middle aged man: Yeah. Could you possibly call me by that name? Girl: Uh……Sure…….Daddy. Dad: Thank you. Girl: I have one thing to ask you. Could we get some ice cream? Dad: Well……. Girl: Please? Dad: Sure! Why not? Girl: Yay! Ice Cream Parlor Dad: Well I have a question. Do you have a name. Girl: Now that I think about it I don’t. Ugh!And still no reward again.Erica only peed and shaved her legs.The week went by routinely until Wednesday night when Darcie and Francesca came into the bathroom late at night, obviously angry at something. They took turns slapping me with that leather strap. Darcie gave me a few lashes, then Francesca gave me a few."Mistresses!" I pleaded. "Why are you punishing me?" Shut the fuck up!" they both yelled and continued to slap me until I passed out.I woke up during the night with my face on. Leah just sat and grinned at me."What?" You don't have a chance, you know? May as well stop fighting it. I don't understand you at all. Two of the most beautiful women I've ever seen throw thenselves at you, and you keep putting them off. Why?" Because, Leah, there's two of them. And they already have a firm relationship going back years. Why would they risk that? What if one of them decides they want me exclusively, or I care for one of them more than the other? The whole thing could get. “So why don't they mess with you?” “Because I've kicked enough asses to earn respect.”“So you're tough.” Her eyes were on me, green, and her cheekbones were perfect. She was pretty and it was affecting me, which was dangerous. “I've been around long enough to know the minute you start thinking you're tough is the moment when you meet somebody tougher.”“Well spoken,” she said, lifting her glass. “What is this?”“Macallan's. Ruby keeps a bottle or two for me.”“It tasted like good scotch. Better.