He didn’t want her, but he expected her to be at his beck and call. She was not some simpering little girl that needed her daddy to tell her what to...do and when to do it.He looked at the belligerent expression on Willow’s tightly drawn face. “The King is expecting us to attend him in an hour,” he said rigidly and walked off.Willow sighed. She hated them being at cross-purposes, but the problem was his, not hers. She handed Rose over to Brain and made her way back to the apartment.Several of her. Although my own fucking idea backfired little as it took more than three hours after mine and I had to wait till she arrived.Meera has finally arrived and I was shell shocked to see her in a new avatar. Not in my wildest dreams, I was expecting her this way, she has transformed from a conservative middle-class woman to a high-end social bitch. The only thing that hindered the charm was her dressing.Meera couldn’t believe it either, she kept looking herself in the mirror. She anxiously asked me. It didn't take long, and I suspect that watching her husband fingering the young girl across the room had a little to do with it.We danced a few dances and while on the dance floor, we noticed her husband and the young girl slip out one of the side doors. That was all Sue needed, as she grabbed my hand and the two of us went out a door on the opposite side of the building. We walked out into the parking lot away from the lights and she laid across the hood of a small sports car, pulling her. . alone." That's better." I said. "You are a good sister after all." I stopped tickling her and she was breathing heavily and almost crying she had been laughing so hard."That was cruel, Jeffrey." I know, but you love me anyway," I said and gave her a nice peck on the cheek."I owe you one now," she threatened."No, I really do owe you one. Thanks for talking to Leslie last week and for being a good sister. You really are the best."That caught her off guard. She was expecting some argument or.