She was wearing her robe with nothing under it. She had tied it loosely so that much of her slim body was exposed as she moved around the cabin. The f...t man couldn't miss getting a good view, and that was just the way she wanted it."Come on in, Charlie!" she said, turning to walk away from the door.She exaggerated the swing of her hips as she walked, wanting the fat man to get a good look."Thought you had left, went to the city," he said.His eyes were locked on the young girl's swishing ass. He. ‘You go with them, then you don’t get to jump my bones again.’ ‘Who wants to? You never were much good in the sack. Reckon I’ll find me one that’s nice and tight when I gets to the coast.’ He paused. ‘On the other hand that could be a whiles, so I reckon I just might give you a going away present.’ Still tight muscles making him a little clumsy he stepped toward her. Rose backed away toward the stove and clutched an iron skillet. As he got close she raised it threateningly. With a sudden lunge. Treatment time. Nobody woke up, in fact, until nine-thirty. It was Jeffrey who roused Alex. He was wet, and unhappy about it. It’s possible he was bored, too, but who knows, with babies.She put on a robe and took care of the baby. She let him suck for as long as he was interested, and then just cuddled and cooed with him. She was standing beside the microwave, getting his bottle ready when Bob shuffled in.“Morning,” he said. His hair was flying all over the place. Jeffrey’s arms reached. It was. He came up to the side of my bed and asked what the hell it was all about. Now my dad is an intimidating man, 6”4” muscular, toned, in his mid forties, about 220 lbs, with short black hair. He came up to the side of my bed and pulled away the covers, only to discover his son, dressed as a high-class whore. He kind of jumped back, looked at my body and then in my eyes. He just shook his head and walked out the door and into the hall muttering "my son is a fag” over and over. I could hear him.