" "Thanks Darla, you're the best," I said sincerely. We chatted a fewminutes more before saying goodnight. I hung up the phone and made my wayto the b...throom.Mom, hearing the rumble of my feet asked me if I'd gotten in touch withSam. "I tried calling her a bunch on times Mom. She's not answering." "Well, maybe she's out," Mom offered. "Nope," I replied, "I checked that too." "Then who were you talking with on the phone?" she asked. "That was Darla, Mom," I said. Her single syllable reply was a. One of those enjoying the bright new day of spring was Nor'ack et Ali, Prince Nor'ack et Ali. Known to all in the town of Deepsport as just Norack he was sitting in the Stag's Head Tavern with nursing his first tankard of water while his companion, the trainee druid, Moz Dios regaled him of events in town over the winter. Moz was into his third cup of wine and spoke freely, slipping from topic to topic as his mind wandered back to the events of the past months.Norack had returned to his home in. "When we touched the medallion the first time," explainedNancy, "we both felt a tingling the entire length of our bodies. This time, nothing." Maybe it only works on people once and you're stuck thisway," said Janice, "or maybe it needs time to rechargebefore working again. Either way, we still have a job todo so, Peter, get out of those clothes and onto the bed,and you, Nancy, get out of that fetish wear and into Peter'sclothes." Wait," said Peter, realization dawning, "you want to doa nude. But clearly enjoying himself.My first thought was: "That bitch! We take her in and she repays us bybreaking up Daddy and Mom's marriage."My seconds thought was: "That bitch! We take her in and she repays usby breaking up Daddy and Mom's marriage."My third thought was less emotional. "What a great houseguest! We takeher in and she gives Daddy exactly what he really wants and hisdaughters can't give him."The truth was somewhere in between.Cindy was my friend. Daddy was my Daddy. I wasn't a.