" I was speechless. He ran his calloused hands through my hair and whispered as he kissed the top of my head, "You remind me so much of your mother, S...ephanie." I felt him and watched as my blouse was opened button by button. "Daddy? You're drunk. You shouldn't be doing this, I'm your daughter!" I hoped that maybe I could talk some sense into him. I had no chance of overpowering him and he knew it. "I might be drunk but I'm still your father. Now this can go one of two ways. You can do exactly. "My sister told me about you," she whispered, "my sister said you were like this and I didn't listen." She reached into her purse. "She said this was how it was gonna end but I had more faith in you ya sonovabitch. She called me naive and she gave me this just in case I was wrong." Her hand pulled out a small, iron box. Its cover was inlaid with several gray, shimmering pearls. Lines appeared on Jack's forehead, a vague feeling of discomfort washed through his body. "What is it," he asked,. Todd did call once, just for a quick call in between his business… she found out that he was enjoying Holland and that no he hadn’t slept with any girls, he was much too busy with work anyway. She thanked him for the tape and the toys and he laughed, saying that it was his pleasure. Telling him about her first use of them she thought he got quite a lot of amusement out of the fact that his present had caused her break-up with Roger – amusement and satisfaction. There was a definite feeling of. “What’s wrong?” He could instantly tell something was up. I wasn’t my usual bubbly self. “Nothing.” I wondered how the hell I was going to ask my husband if he was okay with me fucking another girl! “You sure?” “Well… Ummm… I have something to ask you.” “Okayyy…” He sounded worried. “Do you mind just going outside for a sec.? I need you to hear everything I have to say and I don’t want anyone to be around.” “Ya. Gimme a sec.” With the worried tone in his voice, I could hear him moving through.