“And how much is he paying you?” she demanded.“Nothing,” I insisted.“Then it must be blackmail,” she surmised.“At least when you are saf...ly wed you shall be able to sample the servants to your hearts content with no risk of bearing bastards,” I assured her.“Daddy, what sort of girl do you take me for?” she demanded.I ignored her.He wedding day approached and I summoned Dr Legge the afternoon of the day before the ceremony was due.“Just a formality doctor, I need to ensure her virginity before. “You are not your father. You are ours - one of us - FAMILY!” She crossed to the crying woman and held her.Shortly, she directed, “Honey, you and I are going to shower - to take care of Beryl - get her calmed and relaxed. The walk-in shower will hold three. Rose, you other three should push the queen beds together. We all sleep together from here on out. Show Sugar how to lay out the chocolates, dip ice cream, and make hot chocolate. Dig out enough shorty pajamas for all of us, then relax. You. Her fat little face was kind of cute and her short hair was partially dyed a punk rock green. I kind of dug that. But there was something else about her and I kept thinking about it as I finished up clearing her backyard of tree limbs after a nasty little summer storm the evening before. Her old man, an even more gargantuan b**st, was pretty much useless even if he hadn't been at work and I had to offer her help when I seen her huffing and puffing and sweating as she struggled with the huge. .Yes bitch they’ve been here all the time. No point in trying to cover yourself lady Dickie said…you’ve too much to hide or cover with those rather small hands and they have been here most of the times and have seen most of your fine attributes dear lady... Oh by the way I guess deep down you’re thinking bastard how could he do this… well it is like an insurance policy … plus these two fine gents are my friends sort of old business acquaintances and in time we are going to get on so well I am.