" Ok. Good morning Annabel. I am Daniel." Daniel? A 'D'! From gossip it seems that all the Chandler males were given a name beginning with 'D'. Are yo... sure you are not part of the family?" Yes. Well no, I mean yes. It seems that I am related. A rather tenuous link though." How tenuous?" I believe that I am the great grandson of Robert Chandler." I have never heard of Robert. Who was he?" An illegitimate son of Lady Chandler, Dashwood's wife." Wow!" Her eybrows went up. "That must have caused. . and . . . and it might .. . poison you!" Poison me?" Oh yes—happens all the time." I've never heard of it happening." Think about it, Mistress: would spiders ever talk openly about such a thing?I mean, the embarrassment alone . . . . " All right. So why not just take you, and deal with your husband later?" Not a good idea!" Wendy almost shouted. Hearing herself, she modulatedher tone. "Not . . . not a good idea, and I'll tell you why, Mistress. Twothings really: first, though a girl doesn't. "I looked at him. "You can't mean that. I humiliated you, I forced you todo things, I punished you for something that was more my fault thanyours." I paused. "You don't mean you wanted all that?" I askedincredulously.Steve looked away then mumbled, "Maybe not wanted, but needed."This stopped me in my tracks. "What do mean needed?" I don't know. Something like atonement I suppose." Atonement for what?" For getting a sexual buzz out of being humiliated, for wanting to becontrolled, for getting. Other diners smiled at the scene, some with envy and lust. He was seated with just the two of them at a window-side table, and it was clear to all that his daughters adored him.Then there was dancing. Slow dancing - first separately, bodies press tightly to him, then the three of them moving in a hug to a slow foxtrot. It was soon very clear that these were NOT daughters. At the very least, they did not have daughterly designs on him!From a well-preserved distance, a cadre of family spouses,.