Everything about the girl was soft and young and innocent. Everything but her face which had transformed into a mask of naked lust. “Oh Daddy, plea...e lick me,” she moaned softly. He was slightly confused by this, his tongue lashing against an erect nipple as she spoke. “I am licking you, honey.” “No,” she said quietly, almost shyly, “Lick me . . . down there.” “Do you want me to lick your pussy?” he asked with a slight grin. “Uh-huh,” she mewed. Reluctantly, he pulled his prick away from his. If you need anything, or just want to talk, call me after six. I'll be glad to give you a hand."She paused for a minute to see if she was absorbing anything. Satisfied, and finding them alone in her small office, she spoke again."Paul and I are the only ones who know who you were married to. I know he warned you, and you know by now he holds a little grudge. I didn't know about his background, but I have been up against him several times in court, and if his killer instincts in court match them. "Now or never," Paul muttered, as he lunged for the open door. Unaccustomed to the high heels, he stumbled at first, but quickly got up and raced past Rosemary roughly pushing her to the floor. When he tried to take the stairs two at a time, a heel caught on the carpet and sent him tumbling down, skirts and shoes flying as he desperately grabbed for the handrail. At the bottom, bruised, but okay, he scrambled to his feet, gathering up the voluminous dress as best he could.But by this time. ”In answering the questions Bart really thought of his father for the first time in weeks. As a result, he started crying, something Bonnie had never seen a grown man do. She asked, “Are you alright?”“Answering your questions made me think about how Dad would have loved you. It caused me to miss him so much.”“But aren’t you supposed to see him in a few days?”Caught in the lie Bart remembered something his Mom used to say about weaving a tangled web when attempting to deceive; and how one lie.