“I’m calling Nathan right now. I know he’s working today. You’ll have an appointment with him before lunch.”“Thank you, boss. I really nee... to get the ball rolling at the earliest possible moment,” I said.“Absolutely,” he said. The call went through and the older man swiveled in his chair away from me to talk to whoever was on the other end, likely Nathan Ferguson himself.Call completed, he swiveled back to face me. “I wasn’t able to get you in before lunch, but I was able to get you in ‘for’. .. so you know ultimately it depends on how you look at it. It could be answered with philosophy, biology, genetics, physics, of all types, or even by the legal definition. But anyway, all that aside... are you?" She finally finishes her rant and leaves you a chance to respond."Sorry, I've just never heard him called anything but Richard, so that just threw me off a little," you pause momentarily and then continue. "I also didn't know he lived with anyone. I'm sorry, are you his daughter?" Oh. " I'm still feeling a little guilty..." Jeff began.Diana looked up from the other end of the big table, "What my husband is verbally dancing around," she said, a smirk on her face, "is we have been keeping him ... busy in the early mornings. Caitlin has an early day, and her job is stressful right now, so she needs our husband for a while before she goes to work. Of course, you know what that leads to." All right. All right," Jeff laughed, "we're embarrassing the girls."Nat, Nicki, and Whitney. I poured shampoo in the the palm of my hand, and massaged it in to my hair. I was moaning by now, just thinking of him. I knew that my time was short, and that he would be here soon. I jumped out and dried off, still thinking how good his touch would feel on my clean, sweet smelling skin. I wrapped the towel around myself, and sat on my bed. I applied my makeup with a light hand, keeping things as natural as possible. I got dressed, just jeans and a long sleeved shirt. As soon as I came down.