Picking it up, I realized that it was heavier than I though it should be, but that wasn't the weirdest thing about the book. It didn't have any of the...tell tale markings and tags on it like the other books that we put out. In fact it didn't have any writing on it at all. The only thing on the leather cover was a ruby red heart with a pair of black horns and spaded tail like you'd see on Halloween devil costumes.I thought about asking Chloe about the odd book but my thoughts were interrupted by. You are something else."When it was finally over, Carol kissed her son's forehead, carefully removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue and wiped his sopping prick. She left him to himself and went to the bathroom and sat down on the loo. She unravelled the condom from the tissue and studied the opaque, slimy, floppy tube. It was still warm and the bubbly contents swilled around inside as she tipped it end to end. She sniffed at the open end where an acrid mixture of ammonia and rubber greeted. To Granddad, marriage was an estate and tax planning tool rather than a commitment. Each wife received part of his millions upon divorce, with her wealth ultimately going to the children she bore by him. Divorce didn't mean abandonment. Every wife had a house in Granddad's compound. Each night, all the wives and children ate dinner and spent the evening together at his mansion before returning to their own houses.My father's home wasn't "normal" either. There was my father Patrick, my mother. It had been growing into more and more of a habit.I tried to just go to sleep, but his musky smell mixed with that of lake water was putting me once again under his spell. The tighter he pulled me into him, the more I seemed to melt right on back into him. His calloused hands began slowly lifting my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. With his index finger, he was lightly tracing my thigh at the hem of my board shorts. I wanted him fully naked and more vulnerable than me tonight, so I.