Her facial features were more playful and full of character than her daughter's. Stacy even laughed and walked differently, Stacy's were so full of li...e compared to Jenny's efforts to look and act cool. While Jenny wore the most stylish clothes and shoes, Stacy wore more casual stuff like jean shorts and a t-shirt with sneakers. As far as I was concerned Stacy and Jenny were as different as night and day.Stacy was a single mom who had raised her daughter since her deadbeat husband had left. I'd spent my entire adult life working in comfy offices and classrooms. This cloak-and-dagger hero stuff just wasn't in my blood."If we do, I have everything we need," Michael, private investigator extraordinaire, assured me. He was lugging a backpack that contained all sorts of PI goodies. Climbing that formidable wall was our fallback, our Plan B. I fervently hoped that our Plan A went off as intended. The wall was, as mentioned, ten feet high, made of solid rock – and topped with coil upon. Bond-mate to your daughter Danielle."He took my hand in a strong grip. "Your prowess in battle is matched by your mercy and generosity toward my House."I have gained a prize beyond measure in Danielle." I replied. "And I hope someday to find out why Michelle acted as she did. In the meantime, she will join our House as a daughter with a daughter's privileges and duties. She will be treated with love and the respect that she earns."He gazed into my eyes, and then nodded as if satisfied. "May I. So sometimes i drop my bhabhi to her office or sometime bhaiya. We generally get tired working through out the week. So Bhaiya order a leg massager, everyone uses it in our home.Then on one sunday we were messing around bhaiya me bhabhi we were all having fun watching tv. So i was oiling my hair sitting in floor. Bhabhi asked for chair to to straighten her legs. I said take it urself. She rested her feet in my shoulders. I said take it away or i will bite. She didn’t and i bit on her toes..