Liz wondered if that made them narcissistic. After them it would be Vicky then Sasha, Trish’s oldest and finally Andrea. Zander would never go on th... table; he was destined to carry on their father’s legacy.Liz thought back on Abby as she ate. She was a sweet girl who had no idea what she was getting into when she got into her father’s truck. Most of the girls her father went after took careful planning. Abby was a spur of the moment acquisition. Normally Trish would go with their father into. Her pretty face beamed, her cheeks were rosy.And all she talked about was Johnny. She wanted to know if he had sucked her daughter's pussy, if he had fucked her once or twice last night.She followed her daughter into the bathroom and watched her daughter shower, asking if he had Gerta go down on his cock.When it was time for the boys to arrive, her mood swung. Her hands trembled and a dozen times, she asked Gerta how she looked in the dress she had decided to wear, then at the last minute she. "The situations aren't even remotely similar," I said soothingly. I slowly led her back to the glider I'd been sitting on and sat her down and then sat next to her. "Amber ... Amber kept me in the dark for all the time I knew her. I told you before ... on the way up here ... I didn't expect her to just come up to me and tell me she was sleeping with her brother. I don't blame her for that. I wouldn't have expected it until we got serious with one another. But we ... you and me ... we haven't. The menu was in Thai. It was all curves and loops and marks. It was worse than Greek to him.Kristy saw his expression. She had not opened her menu at all."You cannot read Thai either? That's OK - I know some of the foods." Kristy's voice was reassuring.The waitress, seeing their menus closed, came by to take their order. Kristy spoke up, partly in English and partly in Thai, James presumed."Tom Yum, Satay Gai, Mod Plig King, and Kao Mali, please, and..." Kristy broke off and looked at James..