Myla looked over at me and motioned for me to come over. As I sat down next to her she reached over and softly caressed my cheek. "Your quite a good w...ite whore aren't you?" she asked me. "I try to do my best" I replied, not sure what she had in mind. Myla then got up and before I could do anything, slapped my face very hard, sending me off to my left a bit. When I came back she grabbed my hair, "Now you fuckin' white whore" she started, "Let's see how fuckin' good you are" and with that. He traced his fingers down her neck and over her breasts. Teasingly he explored the shape of her globes and then circled the nipples with his fingertips. 'Where will I stop him?' she thought. 'Not here'; it felt too good. Finally as the heat inside her built, she said, "Jason..." and moved away to the living room. She sat on the sofa and said, "Honey, let's talk."He sat by her and said, "Yes," But he didn't talk. He kissed her again. He reached his hand under her blouse and easily pulled down. " Nice to meet you." Edward said cheerfully as he took a good look at her. "I'll get the bags." he added as he headed for the truck."Thanks," Cynthia said. "I made up Courtney's room this morning and we'll put Nicole in..."Cynthia paused for a moment. Not for the first time in the last hour she considered the idea that Nicole and Courtney might be more than just friends. Did her daughter expect them to share a room?"Put Nicole in the guest room." Courtney interjected, much to Cynthia's relief.. This is your Daddy. I want you to get to know him more.’ She held the child before Lincoln who then carried her in his arms. Father and daughter stared at each other like half-felt strangers. Then Lincoln’s eyes poured out tears. ‘Hey there, pretty babe. Your Daddy’s come home.’ ‘Da,’ Monique muttered. The sound was so infectious, Lincoln could stop himself from laughing. He wrapped an arm around his daughter’s back and laughed, though this time tears poured from his eyes. Michelle came to his.