She had flour on her nose. I used my towel and wiped it off, wondering at her beautiful blonde hair. She was every bit as beautiful as her mother. And...at twelve years old, she was already developing into a stunning young woman. Dani started bacon frying at the stove.“What should I say?” I asked. “We can talk all we want to.”“Is that the story of your whole life?”“Well, as the old Yankee once said, ‘Not chyit.’ I think I’ve got some living yet to do.”“But what about all the time since. “But of course, though you already knew that. Nicky’s ass is not so bad, either,” I noted, making her blush.“Yeah, tell me about it. It tastes great!” Heather confessed.“And yours is pretty sweet, as he said. The only shame is that we can’t have four of us to a bed, by getting my husband to change his mind. Of course, if he ever did, then we’d have to rearrange some things, I guess. Some contracts and relationships, I’m afraid,” Nicky observed, even as we heard a knock on the door.I wasn’t. “It is a rather unusual lifestyle, I suppose you could say,” replied John calmly.“I suppose that would be an accurate assessment. I take it that you don’t mind?”“Mind? No, just surprised, I guess. I really wasn’t expecting such a ... liberated? ... welcome.”“Hmm...” commented Malcolm. “It really didn’t start out that way. But over the years, Caroline and I became a bit more adventurous, and more familiar as well, with the staff. I couldn’t say when things became so ... loose. Now, it simply. She was still sleeping peacefully. She was on her side, her hair hanging over her shoulders and down to between her shoulder blades. Her hands were curled up in front of her face, she looked like a small child. I smiled to myself, that’ll soon change when she wakes. Back at school, she had been very outspoken. Maybe that’s why she’d never had any boyfriends while I was there. That or she was a lesbian. I removed the hot water bottle which was now cold and slid the thermometer between her lips.