“I would’ve been fine,” she grumped as Kal directed Bonn out of the stable and towards home.“I know, but since you won’t let me heal you I d...n’t see any reason for you to be more uncomfortable than necessary,” he replied.Perra was thoughtful for a moment, “I don’t think you should offer anymore Kal.”“Fair enough I won’t then.”“Not just me, silly man,” Perra’s voice took on a hint of sadness, “I doubt I’m the last virgin you will be with. From now on you shouldn’t offer to heal them.”“Why’s. We talk business, and then I let you out of the trunk."Grace nodded at everything her father said. She was dressed in her bra and panties; Ed had forced her to strip before he bound her hands and feet and stuffed her in the trunk of his Pontiac Bonneville. The cold night air sent goosebumps across her bare flesh as her father's eyes burned into her."When I let you out, you are gonna go with him. And you are gonna do whatever the hell he tells you to. You got that, you little bitch?"Grace nodded. " Uh, good morning," she stammered, somewhat taken aback by his bold move. "Honey, we have to talk." She spoke as she prepared their bacon and eggs. "First of all, where did you EVER learn to make love like that? Some of those..." she reddened. "Some of those "things" you did are way beyond what a boy your age..." Man," he corrected her."All right, beyond what a man your age should know." Hey, I didn't hear you complain."Again she burned with embarrassment. "I'm ... not complaining. You .... He was feeling pretty good about himself.“The test is not about intelligence, sir. It’s just used as a family benchmark. Your wife and daughters’ scores will be added to yours then divided by 4 to get an average. Let’s see if they’re done, shall we?” The tech asked, then proceeded to open a window on his tablet and hit a few buttons with his fingertip.“Yep, they’re all done. Your wife got a 110 and Rose got 65. Sheila got a 60. That means your combined score is... 335,” the tech said.“You just.