How could she? I was fucking her freely as well.I was trapped into a routine where I would rotate my way through the three women of my home daily to k...ep them well-greased.I would start with Mom in the morning, sisters after school and mom again at night. I was a busy, but happy guy. I never needed to date and I had only one friend that was in on my debauchery with my family. His name is Lisle and he had taken one of my sister's cherry a couple of years back and more recently, we shared our. I saw the tears start rolling down her cheeks and I took that to mean that she was not only interested in the job but happy for the offer.I leaned over the armrest and put my arm around her. She covered her face and cried quietly for a few moments while I held her. Finally she started digging through her purse for a tissue. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Then she quietly said, "Thank you so much! I promise you I'll be the best housekeeper ever. I've never done it before. But I know how. I called to remind them that the bedding store was to deliver the beds and that they needed to be on the look out for them. I had explained the night before where I wanted the things put.I called Mom and asked for a list of things we needed to get at the store for the turkey fixings. If she was going to cook the least we could do was supply everything. The girls had been putting a list together for two days. Every one had a favorite food that they wanted to prepare. I certainly was no cook but. With that thought, a memory flashed vividly before the old man’s still vibrant eyes. He could see Philippe de la Croix’s face as clear as day, the blue eyes, the short-sheared light brown hair, the aquiline features. His sardonic voice as he repeated an old Yiddish proverb: ‘No option is still an option.’ The Jew in the French Résistance, who had Aryan eyes and a name that translated to ‘of the Cross’, had disappeared not long after the old man had met him. Possibly deeper into the underground,.