Villefort, from his study, heard the successive noises which accompany the life of a house, --the opening and shutting of doors, the ringing of Madame...de Villefort's bell, to summon the waiting-maid, mingled with the first shouts of the child, who rose full of the enjoyment of his age. Villefort also rang; his new valet brought him the papers, and with them a cup of chocolate."What are you bringing me?" said he."A cup of chocolate." I did not ask for it. Who has paid me this attention?" My. "This stymied her for a second, "But ... but..." What if you were the one pregnant? Would you insist I marry you?"She thought for moment. "I guess not." I chose you to be my legal wife, Pyx. Theresa is my wife too, in the sight of God. If the day comes when the government legalizes polygamy, I will marry her too. Do you understand?" Yes, Sir," she replied.I kissed her on the forehead. "Now go finish unpacking. If you do a good job, I'll give you a good whipping then fuck your brains out. Would. "What did I tell you?" I asked the nurse.The behemoth instantly turned and glared at my wife, Claudette. "Who let you in here?" she bellowed. "He can only have one visitor at a time. Go back out and wait your turn." But ... but ... I'm," babbled Claudette."Out!" bellowed the nurse, pointing a ham-like hand with sausage-like fingers towards the door. Claudette retreated.I spent the next half hour chatting with my daughter. I didn't tell her anything that she didn't already know. I just reassured. Always before his sex drive had cut into his career, blocking his progress. This time it hadn't. He'd enjoyed two beautiful dolls in one day and ended up with the excitement of the Houdini call. Maybe his luck had changed.He heard Texas Bunny Long singing in the auditorium. Her voice sounded deep, strong, throaty in the second show. It was twice as good as before. And all on account of her throat being coated with his sperm. Would wonders ever cease in Atlantic City, New Jersey?It was too weeks.