" Beatrice nudged her husband. Though deep down Beatrice really wanted to know as well. “Well actually, I was hoping that maybe you could recommend ... nice place for me to take her for dinner?” Thomas asked as his parents. "Oh. Well, there's Robérts." Beatrice felt so excited that her son was asking them for advice. “Yeah, but if he really wants to impress her, he should take her to Midnights. It’s a bit expensive, but it’s worth it.” Harvey looked over at his wife who lit up. “Oh yes." Beatrice. ”A ‘real man’. Being a real man was a state of mind, not being. You couldn’t become a real man – you either were or you weren’t. It was an attitude, a swagger. It was in the mind not the body.A real man takes what he wants. He always gets the best and fuck the rest.A real man thought about himself first, second and third. Everyone else came in a far distant fourth. Real men were the wolves, everyone else were sheep.So, what the fuck was he doing with this whole stupid Confederacy? Why the fuck. I nodded as we shed the rest of our clothing in a sensual striptease, andfor the first time in seven years another person saw me naked. It feltoddly liberating. I looked at Kate with renewed lust. Her figure waswomanly... and her penis strangely compelling. She looked at me was firein her eyes, and we connected on the most primal level possible. Passion,fire, adrenalin, hormones, and a hundred and one other things swept acrossme.I reached forward and took her hand."Please don't hurt me," I. It wasn’t aimed at me, so it had to be one of the girls. I dropped the cloth I was using in its container and headed back up towards the house, determined to rescue whichever one of my daughters had become a target for Estelle.I burst into the room to see Jen struggling to hold Bonnie away from Estelle. Bon was waving a cricket bat. She had the clear intention of performing some physical mayhem on Estelle. Bon was screaming, “Stop it! Stop it!” over and over.Estelle was ignoring the struggle in.