Hold on to your hats, people. This one willbe a ride you won’t forget.***I was fifteen when it happened. My father had gottenshot while at work....Seems he was fucking his secretaryand her husband, an alcoholic, found out. One blast froma sawed-off shotgun later and I was without a fatherfigure. Just as well; from what my mother said, he wasalways cheating on her.Three years later, I had just come home from school on aFriday and was looking forward to spending the nightdownloading some porn. Then he picked Charlotte up and laid her on her back on top of the huge mahogany desk. He gently laid her back on the hard desktop and then, running his hands up the outside of her legs, he pushed her skirt up to her waist, smiling when he saw she was not wearing any panties."The mark of a good secretary is being able to anticipate the boss's needs," he said. Then he spread her legs wide and Charlotte gasped. Mr. Peckerwood ran his fingers lightly up and down the insides of her thighs, circling. ”"Some little perk mum." I laughed because from what little I knew about it, I could tell that dad had at least ten thousand pounds a year from it."That might just deserve another little kiss," she said teasingly and glanced at me from under her eyelids. I'd noticed that she sometimes did that with dad and it drove him mad for her, I could hardly believe that she was doing the same thing to me, but she was!"I was kind of hoping it might deserve a slightly longer kiss mum," I laughed, "The. It had been easy enough for Miss Abby to find it all out. She had beenreferred to a private eye. She told him the soccer story. She told himshe thought she had been married. She had mailed a glass with Lizzie'sDNA on it. It was the DNA that uncovered the trial.And there I was. The murderous maid of the mansion.I had been been exposed.* *"Lizzie, tell me the truth. Are you dangerous? Will you kill again?Should I be worried?" I don't think so, Miss Abby. I'll never be in a position to be.