I did find it interesting because it was rare to find a female, especially a high born female with such splendid good looks not conversant with sexual...matters so long after puberty. It was obvious that she was shy and submissive but fiercely determined to survive in a world that had tried its best to send her to the next world if one believed in such things.I was well acquainted with such matters since I had already been "turned away" from the gates of heaven because of a technicality and now. To me, my daughter was a beautiful baby ... even if a cat hybrid. She was still my baby and I thought she was absolutely adorable once she got past the immediate trauma of being born. To me there was little doubt that she was ours. That the baby didn't have the regular human ears, hands or feet and included a tail implied that there was something extra going on.I didn't care what our baby looked like. I did care that Marie pulled her daughter off of her breast and told the doctor and nurses to. . no, my hands were smaller. Delicate. Beautiful.Feminine. The panic returned, stronger than ever. The weight on my chestwas impossible to ignore... returning my attention there, I was startledto see that where just a few minutes ago had been a harry, slightlyoverweight young man's pectorals, there were now two, perfect, beautifulC cups. The older woman was now massaging underneath them, gently pulling themout, shaping them into perfect teardrops. With each push, the gentlybobbed up and down,. Girlfriend ... had come with him, had come to meet this incestuous family. Was she really pregnant? If she was, was that enough to get her to remain silent? If the girls started screaming, though, and the neighbors heard it and called the police, who knew what his disturbed daughters might blurt out?He pulled both girls into the embrace of one arm.“Girls,” he said. “We need to trust him. And listen to him. There’s obviously more going on here than we understand, yet, and you know Bobby wouldn’t.