“Let me help you, mistress.” his deep voice rumbled, and he reached down to cradle the small girl in his arms, lifting her from her tiny bed and p...rching her on his hip like a child.“We have a lot to do, Dewayne.” her thin, reedy voice said, and she smiled.The scene changed again, the passage of time obvious, and the small girl was older now, fitter, healthier, though still painfully thin and frail. She was seated on a fur-covered bean bag sort of thing. There were naked men, both of them. He knew Jenna was a bitch more often than necessary, but what surprised him was that Maggie cared. He found himself mesmerized by her soft brown eyes. They looked so much like Jenna’s, but Jenna had never looked at him the way that Maggie was now. “I don’t like the way she treats you either,” he said. “What? You don’t? I didn’t think—” “Didn’t think I noticed? How could I not? She treats you like her slave. I thought twins were supposed to be best friends.” Maggie scoffed. “No. It’s always been. I thought he was going to say a prayer but he didn’t. He placed his large palms on his hard semi-hirsute chest. He rubbed his pecs. He pinched and twisted his nipples. He tugged them moaning and groaning. Dad’s fingers dug into his washboard abs pinching each of his ripples before he stuck the tips of his fingers into his wet tight denims. “Fuck yeah,” he moaned with one or two fingertips caressing the head of his cock stuck to his hip.Dad extracted his fingers. He unbuckled his belt before. “Sounds fantastic Elizabeth, however, I am a bit of a distance from you. It is now two, say I meet you there in twenty minutes”, he replied.“Be nice to meet up again”, she said. “I’m sorry about last Monday but my sister wanted some help and her husband is interstate he is a teacher with the local university”, she concluded.“Hello again Elizabeth”, he said as he entered the coffee shop. She gave a very encouraging smile and over coffee it was just chatter it wasn’t till he was walking her back.