” “Ah, I see. So, you were there?” Arthur pressed. “No! Of course not, just… whatever my daughter says, I believe her,” he finished weakly... “Did you,” Arthur demanded, “tell her to lie? to say she’d been raped when she had not?” Paul was apoplectic. “I did NO SUCH THING!” he screamed. “No more questions,” Arthur said mildly. There was some confusion as Paul was escorted from the witness stand, and Becky was called. Arthur punched me lightly. “Watch this,” he whispered, “and for GOD’S SAKE,. Joseph had told me inconfidence, and maybe the next time we could speak privately, I'd askher if I could tell Sophia, but I wasn't going to say anything withouther permission. I'd also try to remember to ask her if she'd come upwith a girl name yet, something for me to use when we were alone --which couldn't be very often, not anytime soon.I talked to Carmen on the phone for a little while that Sunday afternoon,as I'd forgotten to call them on Saturday with Julianna visiting.I wanted to talk. "I wish I was a painter, the way you're dressed andwith the hat casting shadows on your face, your smile, the look in youreyes, you are an Impressionist's dream."I started to blush and looked down at the hand still pressing down on myskirt and quietly spoke, "John, will my having the operation make anydifference to the way you feel about me. If it's something that will,I'll cancel it, I'd rather have you to share my life than complete theway I would like to look."He cut the engine of the punt. Just then, the pantry was flooded with light as the matching door on the other side swung open. A stream of gism was spotlighted as it was flying out of the stranger's cock. The maid was startled and jerked her head back. Cum coated her nose and chin, dribbling onto her exposed cleavage and staining her costume."What the fuck," the girl exclaimed, jumping up off her knees. She immediately turned beat red. Johanna now recognized her, and saw that the guy holding the door was the maid's.