”“Dear god you are worse than a base whore,” Charles chided.“It is the dream of every girl to lie abed every day while a panoply of men pleasu...e her,” she sighed, “So much nicer than fornicating with peasants in a wood shed.”Poor Charles, his composure was gone completely, his manhood out of control as it painfully stretched his breeches into a veritable pyramid of evident lust.“Miss Fanshawe, please!” Charles protested.“Mother warned me,” Jayne explained, “Be on your guard, he is a whore. Sweetheart, you aren't the only one hurting. She won't answer any of our phone calls. Her mother has told our mothers that we shouldn't call. Samantha is a wreck. She loves Rhonda almost as much as I love Jennifer. And the truth is, we love both Samantha and Rhonda about as much as we do each other and you. It's going to work out. Somehow, we just have to believe that it will work."On Friday, Jennifer and Courtney wanted to go to the library instead of shopping. I'd read my poems to them and. She said your great grandfather was a Robert. I am not sure of where his connection came."Bella came in with a tray. "Coffee!" She called."You have no need to shout, Annabel. It's my legs that don't work, not my ears." I am fully aware of that, Daddy. I shout not because you are deaf, but when you are involved with your hobby, you ignore me. I shout to make you listen." You are not a very dutiful daughter." And you are a rubbish daddy."Andy turned to me with a despairing look. He didn't have to. However, she was not able to move through her work very quickly and her legs began to cramp. Finally she gave up on sitting and got on her hands and knees. She realized that every time she leaned forward she was exposing herself, but her only other option would have been to not have the flowerbed finished before she got off at noon. It also occurred to her that if the sun shined directly on her bottom it was likely her bruises would heal faster. As she knelt forward and started pulling out.