He looked directly at Ashley. “I know she's not really your mother, but she is really my wife. She thinks it's okay, so I guess it'll have to be oka... with me too,” he said sternly, “you can go if you must, but I still wish you wouldn't.” “Oh, thank you Daddy. And please don't worry. I can take care of myself.” I think. “Well, I hope so. I do love you sweetheart.” “And I love you too, Daddy.” Mrs. Adams got up and went toward the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway and signaled for Ashley to. "I sure do, Madame Devil." Oooh, I like the sound of that," Maggie chimed.There was something else Tamara felt compelled to explain to herempowering friend. "Maggie...I...should tell you that Larry let me gowhen he came back home after the funeral. I'm no longer hissecretary."A moment of silence followed. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me,"Maggie intoned."I wish I were, but it's true," Tamara answered. "And...Julia Stroudwants me to be hers." Oh, really?" Maggie emphatically remarked. "Bad. Large ones. Full colour. Of me! And they were taken today. The scenes I could see littering the grass were pictures of my legs, my short skirt, my complete lack of panties. I fell to the ground and stared gathering them up, not looking at the pictures any more, but stuffing them back in the envelope as quickly as I could. Just as I got the last of the incriminating rectangles hidden from sight, a couple of girls walked past, heading down the path the same way as I was going. Somehow I managed. Shane teased Kylie. "I'll bet you could do as well as that babe did, Kylie." "Oh, sure," she said. "Nothing to it. Quick lick and a strategic suck." "Yeah," Shane agreed, "but, do you swallow?" "Shane!" This time Jeanine's admonition was severe. "Bet you'd like to find out," Kylie snapped at him. Shane grinned at me. "I would. But, I could just ask the boss." "A gentleman never tells," I smiled at him then winked. "I saw that," Jeanine scolded me. "Jeanine does," Shane volunteered. A shocked.