" She rambles on for a moment, weirdly amused at herself and her clever rhetorts.You finally start to regain your senses as the stupidity of your resp...nse sinks in. And again and again as she rambles. ".... so you know ultimately it depends on how you look at it. It could be answered with philosophy, biology, genetics, physics, of all types, or even by the legal definition. But anyway, all that aside... are you?" She finally finishes her rant and leaves you a chance to respond."Sorry, I've just. She didn't say anything. She just stared at him, waiting for him to answer her question."I'd love to," he said.She smiled."Good," she said. "I'll go pick up Aidan. Give me two hours before you come over, OK?" Can I bring something with me?" he asked."Like what?" You know ... wine ... a cake ... something?" Wine and I don't get along too well," she said. "And the kind of cake I like you probably couldn't find." She thought for a minute. "Ice cream. Aidan and I both love ice cream."Layla hummed. He hadn't been the only one to notice the two girls. They weren't on the beach very often, but when they were he noticed that there were always men walking by their towel, men with obvious erections bulging in their swimming trunks. And no wonder! Both girls wore the most tantalizing bikinis that barely covered their breasts and clung revealingly between their legs, and always seemed on the verge of falling off. They often took turns spreading lotion on each other, each girl lying on her. ”“Yes, but, I mean dad has always been my daddy. And now to have to change or have two daddies; well, it’s just real hard, Mom. It just is. I mean I know what he’s done for us, all of us as you say, I mean Mister Steele, I just don’t know.”“Mister Steele! Are you serious, Selena. He’s your daddy. Yes, you do have two daddies, the one who raised you and the one who saved the lives of both your mom and the daddy that raised you. Oh, and whose sperm is responsible for you being born!“I have not.