‘I have to tell you something very important, Lizzy. It can’t wait.’ ‘What is it, James? You haven’t called me Lizzy in such a long time.’...‘I’m afraid I have misjudged our son.’ ‘James?’ ‘No. Charles. There is much more to him that I thought. He may more deserving to be my heir than James. He has shown to be strong and he seems to understand what it all means. The responsibility, the meaning, the burden that goes with a title. And that leaves me to fear the worst.’ Lizzy sat upright in the bed.. While the girl was still sleeping he went over to the two bodies on the far side of the clearing. He took off the blankets and dragged the dead rapists off into the bushes. The blankets he would keep, though he'd want to wash them before he used them, but the outlaws had nothing he wanted as he had searched them the day before. At least now they would have disappeared before the girl woke up, and after they left the campsite the local wild animals were welcome to them.He also searched where she. He shrugged and continued to tie up her legs. Once that was completed to his satisfication he looked her over. She still slept, almost peacefully it appeared. Mark laughed, she wouldn't be peacefully for long. He produced a sharp knife from somewhere within the van and ran its length across her face. She didn't even stir. Lowering the knife he ran it down between the perfect mounds of her chest running the broad side across her nipples that were hardened from the chill in the air, he flicked. " It was some help that she needed with school homework, I think, and what with my three boys calling me dad all the time, I didn't notice it at first.But as time went on, I became aware that all of the children were referring to Cecilia and Emily as their mothers. There were subtle differences in actually how they referred to them, mind you, I came to notice that my son would call Cecilia Mum and Emily mother. Emily's twin girls did the reverse. But somewhere along the line, I became "dad" to.