Bryce was the wild one in the family. Also the smartest. His IQ might even rival that of his famous dad. He got straight A's in school without effort ...henever he wanted. Trouble was, he seldom wanted. He rebelled against the wishes of his mother and father at every turn. Mother sought to keep him in line by giving him disgusting chores like cleaning the barn and shoveling horse shit. Yes the Shaw's had horses.It was Peter in whom I was most interested in more ways than one. Peter had the lean. "Did you enjoy that?" Lisa asked softly, her demeanor changed in the blink of an eye."Yes," Helen replied, her eyes to the floor and a deep blush painting her face crimson, "yes, I did, Mistress." Even licking Jen’s dirty toes?"Her eyes roamed to look at the saliva-covered foot. She could lie. But she didn’t want to. "Yes, Mistress." Good, I’ve got a feeling you’ll be doing a lot of that. Among other things."It sounded ominous, but even spent as she was, Helen’s heartbeat picked up pace."Do you. Emery.”Mrs. Emery announced, “I just got off the telephone. You might want to know that Max came home from the hospital today.”“That’s good. I’m sure that he’s a lot happier being at home,” Sean said.“They didn’t find any kind of brain tumor,” Mrs. Emery said.“That’s good news,” Sean said feeling very guilty.Mrs. Emery said, “I never thought Max was the type of kid to lose it like that.”“You never know,” Suzie said giving Sean a significant look.“I’d like to talk to Max and see how he’s doing,”. I apologized for forgetting about the appointment and for what she'd just seen. To my surprise, she asked if we could just go ahead with the meeting. Said it wouldn't take very long. Just a quick review and a few signatures.I said yeah, we can do that. Let's go inside. We sat down at the dining room table and started talking business. We were both tying to pretend that nothing unusual had just happened. She is a middle-aged woman. Professional, married, k**s, slightly nerdy and little.