Stacks of file folders and a blizzard of post-it notes covered her desk. There were law books scattered on the small wooden table, with bookmarks thic... along the spine. A picture of an older woman in a conservative bathing suit waved from the wall next to Lisa’s diplomas and awards. Amidst the chaos that was her desk, a computer peeked out. God only knew where the keyboard was buried. As Lisa sat down, I looked at the stacks of paper with some dismay. ‘These are all your files? Holy shit, Lisa,. He’s still at that fort near Stendarr’s Beacon, I assume?”“Yes, he said to meet him at Fort Dawnguard.”“Of course he did. He’s been working on that place for years now. Never lets anyone in. His own little fortress. Well, I guess I’ll get to see what he’s been up to all this time. I’ll meet you there.” He turned and left the cave.Annekke was still standing there, looking between me and the bear. Lydia just clasped her on the back. “That’s our Martina. Come on, let’s go get the claws and skin.”I. Maybe she’d be more loyal to my father and wouldn’t care. Or more loyal to him than to me.”“Do you think she knows?”“I don’t know, Michael. Yes. No. Probably. If she does I guess it doesn’t bother her enough to do or say something about it.”“Did your father ever say anything to you? Did he know you’d seen the picture?”“I got out of the study before he came back. I don’t think he knew that I’d been there, but maybe he did. Maybe he wanted to see if I’d say anything.”She started to cry. As the week progressed I thought ahead to Friday night and wondered if it might be a repeat of last Friday. My anticipation was great. My imagination kept me horny on and off all week. My thoughts were not of casual teen girlfriends but Mom; the feel of her gorgeous bare ass pressed to me, her sexy pussy in my hand. With mounting anticipation, I declined invitations from friends for Friday night so I could be home with Mom.Of course, it didn't work out that way. Mom was out late on Friday,.