By the look she's giving me, I can tell that she knows I know."Something wrong, Daddy?" she smiles innocently, though truly, there's nothing "innocent... about it."Nope! All good! Let's get rollin'."Several hours later it's time for her to come home. My wife won't be home for a while though, she works pretty late. I wouldn't mind her company, but my daughter couldn't be happier.She opens the door more calmly this time ; I'm on the computer in our study now, finishing up something for my company.. There was never an end. Your life seemed consumed by it. For my part, I could not understand why I wasn't I enough for you. If you loved me so much, why did you need another woman involved? So we were at a standstill, an impasse, going nowhere. Our time together was spent on this issue. On the final day we were together, it was the main topic of conversation. Neither of us was willing - or able - to bend. The tears were falling. I knew I was losing you. But I couldn’t possibly be what you. .doing what I told you.... I...couldn’t stop. Even when I made you cry… I’m sorry, I...I just couldn’t...” He shook his head sorrowfully at the memory of it, tears still running down his face, but now more slowly. Then he looked back at her and said, “But I thought...some of it, you… Didn’t you like some of it? I thought...”She thought back to that day and said, softly, “Yes. Even that first time, once I wasn’t so scared of you, I...kind of liked having you tell me what to do. It made. George und seine Frau Mandy arbeiteten ebenfalls für Mr. Coleman. Seine Frau kümmerte sich um den Großteil der Reinigung in der Villa, während George für die Pflege der Außenanlagen und die Instandhaltung verantwortlich war.Die Villa hatte mehr als vierzig Zimmer, darunter sieben Schlafzimmer im Haupthaus. Ein Chefkoch bereitete Mahlzeiten und ein Zimmermädchen sorgte für die Wäsche und die Betten.George und Mandy wohnten in einem kleinen Bedienstetenhaus auf dem Grundstück. Mr. Coleman sah,.