She moaned a little, but she was so satiated that she did not even move."Come to bed, my slutty daughter," I told her. That caused a shiver, and I hel...ed her stand. I walked to her room with her and helped her to her bed, then kissed her on the forehead and said good night.After that day, Jeff continued to come over, but did nothing sexual with me. He flirted a little, but nothing that would have been out of place if we were both wearing clothes. But of course, I wasn't. I was still determined. It drew out an affection and desire to protect her the same way he felt for his sisters.Yes, he'd told her. Then he tried to tell himself that was as far as his feelings went, but something about her vulnerability drew him in in ways he was uncomfortable admitting. When he held her after Carrie left and kissed her fragrant hair, his body had automatically responded and made him feel like a creep. He resolved to keep a tight reign on himself to avoid betraying her trust."Okay, I think that's. N.H. Grayson still has all these things, though I'm not sure if he's still a devotee of the charms of supermodels. I speak of myself as if I were another person because that's the situation I and many other formerly powerful men now find ourselves.Let me tell you how it happened. One year ago I was in Bombay having just finished a deal that would take Grayson Industries into India and net me another 20 or 30 million annually. As I do on all my business trips, I had concentrated strictly on. It COULD have been accidental, but given our current endeavors, we couldn't afford to make such assumptions. The car was still rocking as Jun and I released our belts and slammed open the doors, emerging into the cover of the vehicle, weapons drawn. Jun automatically scanned the surrounding area as I covered the vehicle that had hit us.A lone figure slowly emerged from the driver's door, and my chi told me there was no one else in the vehicle. No one else in the area seemed to be interested in.