There's nothing insidehere."That observation wasn't entirely accurate; there was something hiddenwithin the chamber.However, Dr. Blake found its prese...ce puzzling."Surely, this secret chamber couldn't have been built to hide thisancient gnarled stick." Dr. Blake looked it over very carefully.The stick might still prove useful. "If nothing else, I suppose itcan replace my lost cane."After walking over to the stick's resting place and picking it up,Don Blake began wondering if the sturdy stick. ”“Huh? What do you mean?”“I want you to help me take off my blouse. Everything else too.”“What? But... But…” Still flustered, he asked, “What are you talking about?”“Look, Dad, do I have to spell it out for you? OK, I will. I want you to take me to bed and fuck me silly. Is that clear enough?”“Is this some weird joke?”“It's no joke. I am very serious. Please take me to bed!”“I can’t do that; I’m your father. It’s not right.”“It is right, Dad. It’s right for both of us.”“Ally, we can get you. There was a scene at a movie theatre. A couple was watching a movie, just like us. The female character in the movie was 'cold' so she snuggled up to her boyfriend, who reluctantly put his arm around her. Megan copied her exact moves. She shivered, pulled her sweater up over her shoulder, and snuggled up close. She waited for a second, then looked up at me with extraordinary green, gorgeous eyes that would've made my knees weak if I was standing. I looked down at her, put my arm over her. “It was called, ‘I’m my sister’s pee whore.”“Omg!” I said, “is that the story about the sister selling her sister out for others can pee on her?”“That’s the one. And You wrote, I wish my twin sister would dominate me like the sister in your story did, it was a great story.”“Please don’t tell anyone I like stories like that!” I said.“I wouldn’t do that to you Sara, as long as you do as I tell you for now on, and no one will know but us. And I know you do more than like the stories, you do it.