She turned to me saying "Gee dad I thought you'd never wake up. How about some breakfast?" I replied "Yeah, that would be great but we need to talk." ...he said "So go ahead and talk." I continued the conversation "I woke up during the night and found you in my bed. Why were you in there?" She came over to me and sat on my lap with her arms around my neck. She gave me a little kiss and started saying "Dad, I miss mom a lot and I know you do too. I don't like the idea of you having to sleep alone. "You think I'm doing the right thing, then," I asked Wendy, "in capturing all these girls?" Everything you do is right," she replied.She spoke these words in a tone so casual and matter-of-fact, as if they expressed a truism hardly worth the utterance, that it was a moment before I took in her meaning. "Wendy —" I began before words failed me.She appeared puzzled by my reaction. Then it seemed gradually to dawn on her that she had in fact said something remarkable."James, darling, this FUCK is. My extended family went with me for a second time and now it seemed like old hat to dad and grandpa. He complained of the seats and then the food and finally his sore butt. I was again his true grandson because I heard him tell so to one of the stewardesses. I was quite sure he told the rest, too. He didn't know that this was a special charter flight I had arranged.My own people had gone over the plane inch by inch. Everybody onboard was either an employee, or an influential person who was. Daddy is going to prepare dinner for our guest. You are to go to your appointments, but first, we need to take a few more pictures.” He pulled up his phone and showed her the one of her in her lace thong she’s taken before her bath.“Jim liked your picture. Look what he wrote to me—”Rachel stared down at the group chat with her picture. Jim had messaged Marcus, Your little slut’s training is coming along so well. Can’t wait to see you both tonight. “Who are all those other people?”“How do you.