Right Guy. Man… don’t know who his guy will be, so far she had come across a bunch of losers… “ringggg” Skype incoming call it is… Becky f...els a bit nervous; it seems butterflies flock inside her stomach… She had never experienced any Skype call from an unknown person…“Hello?”“Hi, is that Rebecca?”“Daniel?”“Yes it’s me … how are you?”“Good thanks, and you?”“Fine… can we talk ?”Becky felt something is there in his voice that works on her, she somehow liked the voice a lot, and was she excited as. She’d even had a private investigative service on his tail for a time, but after four months and a huge bill, all that she learned was that he now lived alone, working shit jobs as he always had. He went nowhere and did little. He didn’t date at all and had no one close to him in his life, though after a time she learned that he’d sought counseling for his depression. All that there was to know was that Karl-Heinz was a very unhappy man growing bitter all alone. Silke threw herself deeper into. "Wait until you see her in the new dress I bought for her. I even gave her a bath. That was a chore. We thought that she was dirty because she wanted to be. The thing is, she isn't strong enough to get water, put it on the stove to heat and then fill the tub. Then she had to empty the tub. It just is beyond her capabilities."Billy Bob was defensive. "I have done everything she has asked of me. After all when we made the deal for me to use the farm, nothing ever was said about her needing any. ”“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.