And because you are the daughter of my late, unlamented brother and his late, unlamented, wife. And because you are the most desirable woman in the wo...ld and because you are eighteen years old, and because I enjoy torturing beautiful young women... Do you need more reasons than these?"Claire listened in horror. Her whole body was trembling. She was defenseless and in the hands of a dangerous psychopath. She had lost every—thing now, her parents, her youth, her beauty, her freedom, her. “It’s just attic space.” Then she studied me. “You seem to be handling this quite well. What kinds of kinky things do you and your girlfriend get into?”I looked at her. “All kinds. I’ve even been to play rooms that have toys too dangerous to be used properly.”She frowned at me. “What kind of toys?”I shook my head. “You don’t have anything close to them. You don’t want to know.”She blinked and shook her head. “When can we come back up?”I shook my head. “I don’t know. When an opportunity presents. " That ended the conversation and I went about finishing what had to be done, by calling the funeral parlor. Having everything set to my satisfaction, I made that call to this man Peter as I had promised. After giving him the details, I said, "Peter, I have the funeral parlor setting up a web-site. Just for the reason that someone might want to have a picture to remember Nan. It can be downloaded and anyone can send his or her condolences. Her parents and mine will be here. They would like to. . "Well, you, too, should have children. I really don't see introducing any large, hulking hairy brute to the family as a good thing, do you?" No..." Alma murmured, watching me closely."It would seem most convenient to work within existing resources," I said carefully. "Young David could..."Both of them relaxed visibly. "Yes, I see your point," Alma replied. "Davey, you wouldn't see any problem in extending our little bedtime cuddle to the point of pleasing Mama fully occasionally, would.