Contact: [email protected] Beginnings (Part One)"Get out!" he yelled, "You are not my son!" That's right!" she screamed back.Ann sat straight up...in bed. Perspiring from the nightmare her camisolestuck to her body. She brushed her hair out of her face. It was thesame nightmare. The day she came out to her parents about her life, wasa waking nightmare. Now it was torturing her in her sleep. She glancedat her alarm clock, five-thirty; she was going to get up in fifteenminutes. He loves tocome home from work after marrying pretty brides and dress up as onehimself. I hope you agree to get married. Andrew can be a bridesmaid!" I had no idea," I said, open-mouthed. "He seems like the perfecthusband." He is," she said, taking a black dress from the wardrobe. "This ishis maid's dress. He dresses while he's at home and usually does thehousework in this, with a little frilly pinny. We have a very nicesex life and he looks after me all the time. Take the chance, marrythis. As she closed the office door behind her, she saw that Katie was laughing. "You'll have to get used to that. Mister Williamson is a busy man and often mixes business with pleasure."*** It didn't take long for Hannah to find the restaurant and get the lunch for Mister Williamson. Within forty-five minutes, she was stepping out of the elevator and into the reception area once more. She glanced at Robert's office, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw that the brunette woman was gone. "Hurry and. I can obviously see that you have fingerprints, but you don’t seem to leave the sweat and oil that most people do. That might be a good thing, especially if you grab things with your bare hands. I’d be careful about that.”He leaned back in his chair. “Have you given thought to names yet? Or told Allen and Marianne?”I shook my head. “Allen told me, for the record, that he’s unhappy about things. Off the record, he knows that geniuses such as Margie will do what they will do. He’s not that keen.