She sits up quickly, looking at me nervously.“D-Daddy..” She says breathlessly “I didn’t, I didn’t expect you to be coming home so soon.” ... look at her sternly“Regardless if I’m home or not, you know the fucking rules.” She pants, trying to recollect herself. She opens her mouth to speak“I-I’m-” I cut her off instantaneously “Yeah, yeah. I heard this for the last fucking time Alexa.” I approach her. I get onto the bed and lean over her while pinning her down. Her eyes look at me glossily, I. It was good that they had a DVR system, because they needed to stop and explain things to her often, replaying sequences as well. But she was a quick learner.Part of that quick learning was identifying, through some arcane talent she had, which things to ask Bob and Molly about, or ask about in their presence, and which things to ask only Ruth about. Part of that talent was developed when, one night after the TV had been turned off, and shortly before bedtime, she asked a question to the room. They had it coming. Probably.Kevin slowly opened the window and clambered through it, barely managing to avoid smacking his face against the ground as he tumbled into what looked like a girl's bedroom. It seemed like such a good plan when he first came up with it. Now that he was actually here though, having barely managed to get past even his first hurdle... well, now this all kind of seemed like way more effort and risk than it was worth. But dammit, he was already here, and he wasn't one to. "Come back to me now, Linda," William said. "Take off your dress. Leave your panties, the necklace and the heels on." I could "see" every movement as my wife stripped before this man. There was a final rustle as the dress was discarded. "You are very beautiful, Linda. Any man in his right mind would love to know you better, would love to do what I am going to do tonight. Turn around, slowly. Yes, very nice. Now tell me something. Do you love your husband?" "Yes, with all my heart." "Of course.